A poem

A poem

  Yesterday I threw the razors from the shower because They scared me. I cried- wound tired with emotion. I prayed-  for the little baby swallowed by this storm. Today Fragility is perhaps a point of view I should embrace, Up there with surrender. I eat roasted chick peas and remember Egypt.

Yours and yours alone

Yours and yours alone

  It is a poem That is picture That I hope will make you Think Pause Reflect Let go and Shift.

What is poetry? And why has it been around so long? … When you really feel it, a new part of you happens, or an old part is renewed, with surprise and delight at being what it is.

That is a quote: http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/03/11/how-to-enjoy-poetry/ You must read it. After writing this post I lucked upon a day that delivered 3 poems that skewered In the fashion I enjoy by: Claire Trevien The Second by W.H.Auden And the third by Mark Antony Owen: Caesarean And the third by  Like a jus of cum, money slot […]

Tension

Tension

Tension is about the teeth about discipline and sleep I have 22 fillings Counting. Loneliness is about the distance between shallow distractions. I have 10 fans Counting. Obsession is about the mouse clicking spangled jewels into patterns. I have 96 000 points Counting. Avoidance is about the bed clenching time within sheets. I have three […]

Poetic

Poetic

So I’m interested in Digital Poetry, yes. Have you seen Google Poetic? I gotta say, and (I feel sheepish as I do) It’s my favourite form of contemporary poetry: irreverent, accidental, opportunistic, accessible, uncanny, uncomfortable, and at times, heart wrenchingly telling. It also begs a swag of somewhat uncomfortable googly questions… Did anyone anticipate the […]

In my children’s bedroom

In my children’s bedroom

I stand in the dark Towel forgotten in one hand Memories forgetting in the other I am the slut Remembering I am the mother Listening I am the woman Culminating And I stand in the dark Dripping

The Tumblr Diaries

The Tumblr Diaries

I chase tangents which might be half the problem Here is the latest one: The Tumblr Diaries

Guilt

Guilt

Guilt stood in the shower Forehead pressed against the glass Water trickling, Over shoulders, Over arms, Over belly, Over thighs, Over three minutes. Over seven.. Over ten. Guilt stopped counting.