On Writing

Poem 139 – occupation

occupation it is migratorythe curiositytucking under a lymph nodecamping in a shoulder bladeclimbing a femurbut when it unpacksright down to its delicateswrites a rent chequebuys groceriesit removes its skin & shows itstrue self: sadness with bulging eyes for weepinghands oversized like porcelain pasta bowlsfilled with unanswered questionshow did this happen?how long will it last? do you… Continue reading Poem 139 – occupation

On Writing

Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother

in every woman, a mother a woman lovesimmaculateher womb holds lifeconceived in the gloriesof generations pastin unity with her ownextraordinary magic beyond the woundsfrom yesterday’s villainsa woman leaps – flailing gracefullyinto the open mouthof labour’s bulging face she chooses birthon the sun-lifted dawnof each fresh daybelly hard withhope or human or both a woman is… Continue reading Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother