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
mother wound by Melita White
These thoughts of you
are thorns that return,
stick in and make me bleed
With skin pricked open
I can almost feel
but without you, I cannot speak
CRIMSON SKINS NOW AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACK
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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
