I am Zebra

There are stripes

Hidden within

My pale skin,

Zebra stripes

Where the matter of me is stretched thin

Light and dark matter between

Each cell’s loose connections,

Each day my stripes go unseen

By those whose fear casts reflections;

Projections of who they fear themselves to be

As they try to warp and bend my sense of identity,

But their fear is not me.

Children’s Uprising

“I’ve seen smarter cabinets in Ikea”

says a banner outside Westminster;

the young people are gathering

to reclaim their stolen futures,

their words, their actions: poetry,

Do Say

Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.

Capillary

Networked capillaries of clans and communities I trace in veins and vessels between their names; Vines intersecting countries, lands and seas, Continents, identities, traced outlines remain In structured forms, appellations a form of poetry Transposed into diagrams and portrait frames; An ordinance; a curation of collective entity Respiring like lungs, paths criss-cross domains Somewhere in…

Clay and Sparks

Labyrinthine
Body carved of clay
Sparks within
Visioning
A way through this unknowing
Luminescent maze.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Start Inside

Valentines,

a gift or a crime?

Lonely hearts

loathe this time

yet it reminds all to strive

to love, start inside.

a conversation with scent

Lady Grey rests beneath a tree, leaves brewing scented breeze coriander swirls coffee, roasted chickory,   hands blending, they speak through perfume, merge citrus and sea salt white blooms, spice, olibanum tempering fruit,   ripe blackberries brush childhood memories on mint julip lips, stems crushed to release fresh tales; auras of was and May bees,…

Fog

thick fog descending,

fighting to find thoughts missing

in the throbbing swam.