So many uncomfortable feelings
What shall I do with them?
This one I’ll avoid, catch a bullet train away from
This one I’ll shove in a drawer, tightly, amongst my worn-out knickers
This one I’ll stuff down my throat, with a cinnamon bun to chase it
This one I’ll hide up a tree for later, amongst the ripening fruit
Tag: poetry
CRIMSON SKINS NOW AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACK
I am thrilled to announce that my book Crimson Skins is now available as a kindle and paperback version on Amazon Praise for the book- When Devika,… Read more “CRIMSON SKINS NOW AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACK”
I Am More Than Breath and Bone: Georgiann Carlson
I am so much more than breath and bone I am Goddess I am fire and strength I am mind and heart I am fearless and brave… Read more “I Am More Than Breath and Bone: Georgiann Carlson”
heart head gut by Melita White
heart says:
this is good
will heal wounds
subconscious drives heart
subterranean rumbles
seemingly seamless with self
fuels ecstasy
fired by heart
which always agrees
always says
yes please
i am flying
and i want
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A mad song – Devika Mathur
Dear girl, you know about such times of love and supple breeze of time and earthed sky. A song you wish to sing now? A calcined mirror… Read more “A mad song – Devika Mathur”
I was a mountain by Melita White
One day, when I was six, I became a mountain
It was the day I yelled and screamed with righteousness into thick air, the air my only witness, while I sat on my bed’s soft bedrock
And with my pillow I swiped at that air, at the bed, at the enemy sitting next to me — her name was Injustice
And the rage burst out like lava from a fissure that needed so much to crack open and Injustice was afraid of me and though the lesson did not teach her anything I learnt there was power in my truth and in my anger
I was a mountain
I Am More Than Breath and Bone: I Am More – M.A. Morris
I am more than breath or bones. I am the Melungeon veins of my many great-grandmothers as they run through the coal mines of West Virginia into… Read more “I Am More Than Breath and Bone: I Am More – M.A. Morris”
Let there be storms – Georgiann Carlson
let there be storms so that a woman’s rage has a place to go a place of darkness and light a place of explosions and noise cracks… Read more “Let there be storms – Georgiann Carlson”
Predator by Melita White
A smile that’s too large
A look in the eye
Too intense, unblinking
The predator spots his prey
You
Heal her by Melita White
Hollow clavicle seared with hot poker
Let the sun shine and hear her sing
Pain that aches like an unmet heart
Part the clouds and paint her sky blue
Void like the arms of an empty hug
Fill them with flesh and please let it care
Hunger like the itch of an attention junkie
Feed her with love may it nourish anew