
Tag: poetry

On the Women’s March
Honouring the Women’s March on Washington/World January 21, 2017 Winning freedom over the Washington D.C. building tops, every mouth of reason never stops. Happy collision between sidewalk steam and sky tears! Cross over crowds, Chicago, my heroic home! March on, Madison! Safe steps, St. Paul! Words carried away: winged mothers Read more

Forever Love
dawn’s morning light heavy dew sparkling on fields made of glass carrying my babies safe in the womb a gentle caress from my husband’s sure hand waiting for twilight to reveal its moon swimming weightless in azure blue watching my children grow strong into their own sensing I love you Read more

STUDYING THE SONG OF SOLOMON: BETWEEN THE LINES
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. Song of Solomon, 2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is Read more

Hummingbird Burial
We find it too late. Its beak, a delicate sword, stuck in our patio screen. It should be buzzing, vibrating. Searching for the sweetest sip inside every flower. But the busy wings are silent. Stilled. We are busy too. Home for only a few moments between errands. “She’s dead?” My Read more

Openhearted
Oh, precious heart You don’t fool me The soul is ethereal and the eternal optimist Limitless in its devotion Funny how much it can hurt This precious heart Working hard, pulsating overtime Without segregating or want Asking any old thing Man can be so silly, stupid, eager, greedy, hateful or Read more

WASTE
My thoughts are eternally submerged in a mire of self-disgust. I watch, aloof as the filth of this cruelty is accumulating around me, repugnant insults carried on the glistening spittle flying off my tongue. Hate-filled thoughts create a layer of crusty grime, hardening on the floor, in time, I can Read more