The Slide

Bone weary; this drama has me soul fatigued; diversions perform faux democracy; facts erased; side-lined.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch   a shadorma in grateful response to Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge words to find synonyms for: ‘hobby’ and ‘play’ (alternative text for below photo: an ambiguous graduated grey – a wall or misty window no one…

The Great Mandate

They call this the greatest mandate ever;
even though the results split the UK
in half, more than one union near severed –
they call this the greatest mandate ever
when half the voters go unheard – inferred
consent through barefaced lies, flagrantly
they call this the greatest mandate ever
even though the results split the UK

Lost Words

losing words and dates again, I laugh when I have trouble with a form but part of me is frightened, my neurology is not the norm, never was, but this dense fog is getting deeper;   first I cannot read as I lose focus, my thoughts loop, as I infer what I inferred before before…

Just Accords

For the families

may past wrongs come to light,

may past wrongs stay past.

Note to Self

A wry note to self; when the words swim before you stop typing, just stop.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Absent I

Lost focus; Thoughts are flighty friends, Loneliness Born within The absent I escaping All navigation.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

When Light Hurts

*trigger warnings regarding chronic conditions, including particularly serious ones   Migraine I recognise Sensory disturbance, I’m calmer knowing what it is; My brain   On fire, Waiting For full diagnosis Thinking of Dad’s aneurisms, Anxious,   My sight blurs I am fire and ice Pressures rise Behind eyes; I had brain damage at birth, Now…

Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)

  Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned,   Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds.   Antonia Sara…

Burning Injustices

we will

with our will, ease

these dangers and perils;

we will burn these injustices.

Chronicles

mind cataloging the shifting circumference

and significance

as sentiments deposit sediment

and their sands stretch wide and far,

and it feels i hear every footfall

until all i can hear is thunder

and still air …