Tuesday, 30 January 2018

I promise you -
  it will lift
    it will lift
     it will lift.

The smog will
  separate. and
light will seep

Darkness will
 slowly but surely
turn to light.

You will wither
  and bloom.

Friday, 19 January 2018

Moon Sisters

Birthing bone.
  Crown of strength. 

Fully fledged maleficent

The moon.

We hold each other 

Blood sisters

At the start
    of the only month
I've come to
    __understand. When
I don't long for
     any lover's touch

you crawl into
    my bed and
surround me
  with your warm

taking the blood
      that br/
from me and
a bond
        eternally strong.

You, are my
of my choosing.
           my kin.


Sweet molasses
 our synergies

Only the
 darkest honey
is delectable.

It grants shifa
 and lines the
river beds of

But are we
    not eachothers
shifa (healing)

Tuesday, 16 January 2018


Pain. So much pain.
 when did it start? i
jog my memory - can't

Was it the day he struck
 me with the back of his
strong sinewy hand? Or the
 time i saw him approach
and felt a wet stream run
 down my legs?

Was it when i didn't want
 to go home from school - no
wait - the time I couldn't bring
 myself to go to work?
because i knew what awaited
 me for unhinging the cup-
board door - or was it not
 performing the way i thought
he needed me to? or was it packing
 washing away while it was
still damp - or him, or them,
 swearing at me from the

Fear. So much fear.
Time warps. My
 ripe uterus coils up in
it - harder - every four weeks.
 My heart beats it, un-
predictably, but like
 clockwork at some point
every day.

What evokes it? is it
 really that i am feeling
death crawl up the arteries
 in my left arm, and is it
really death's spokes in
 my chest amidst a lunch
meeting - no when i travel
 across the world to check on
his health?

Why does the coiling up
 of my uterus feel so
comfortable compared to
death pull-
 ing at the strings of
my life-line on the daily?

yet at the same time why
 do they both cause
me equal but opposite anguish -
 complementary burdens -
partners in this product
 of angst and biology
of nature and nurture.