The Good, The Bad, the Ugly

Hello All, Apologies for not posting in quite a while. This is the good, the bad and the ugly and the hopeful reasons why. As many of you who follow this blog will know, I have to battle a complex mix of disabilities and health challenges. Early this year I gained two more diagnoses, for…

Stars Given To The Moon (a poem for Women’s Day)

  First, Majesty made sun and moon Equal luminaries, a sky to crown, Legend says Majesty spoke with the moon Who said no two could wear one crown, Majesty, some say, decreased the moon, The sun, it seemed, was left to wear the crown,   Majesty, tales say, ministered to the moon By giving her…

Burning Injustices

we will

with our will, ease

these dangers and perils;

we will burn these injustices.

Do Say

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

Echo

    I am Echo now Yet he still does not understand   And, exhausted, I say “I know when I’m not making sense, But this is not one of those times”   And he replies, “If you know you’re not making sense Don’t be angry,”   And I say the same again, then again…

Indices

I write of lives in indices, Scenes sketched within margins Of halts for breath in sentences, Of freedom in parenthesis In our secret garden,   I write of lives in ink; Hers inscribed in water In quiet apocalypse Others would call order,   I write of lives, Their curve in words At boundary lines To…

Women’s March

It has been a long time since I’ve posted on this blog for various reasons. (I will leave these until other posts.) I am inspired today to share two poems and some images regarding the various marches happening to say no to hate and dare I say it stupidity playing out in politics today. I…

SECURING A BITTER FUTURE!

*Please note this was written when Theresa May was Home Sectretary, and I was an interfaith women’s worker fighting for the rights of women under threat of deportation at risk of their lives. So, she was not a favourite human. The below is about specific, I believe dangerous legislation she was pushing through under the…

Seed and Stone

It is the equinox of seeds and reaping Gathered apples and pumpkin gourds, All being conceived, even in our sleeping, Of honeyed hoards we taste the sweet We greet, light and dark in each greeting, Now is time of balance, equity, justice, Dwindling and abundance dance hand in hand, Now time to set right wrongs…

Break: a human story of conflict in a ‘holy land’

This poem is inspired by real stories shared by friends and their friends living through escalating conflict in a ‘Holy Land’. I have written many poems recently and over time looking at different human angles of this ongoing conflict. Break “Break his arms so he cannot leave” Pleads a wife to the father of her…