talking poetry

… words we spin and craft out of our depths dancing, our singing hearts come alive the essence of our being welling to overflow in ecstasy or flight in bitter-sweet harsh or hushed tones unmuffled silent noises bearing unfathomable experiences shared or solitude on this marvelous journey and beyond where only souls travel unbound by…

price for my soul

out into the cold with vintage scarf shrouded hidden underneath this mask behind the camouflage a wanting, fragile soul hide and seek with police luring enticing haggling competition is stiff I lay my trap in wait chewing and torturing gum cold against my skin my rosary I shamelessly twine with my waist beads night after…

a woman questions women’s day

here again International Women’s Day how many lives will be changed by this year’s observance how many women will benefit even in some modest way from ‘their’ day how many women will be glad that they were born women and not curse their lot their fate nothing to celebrate but their usual struggles unrecognized unappreciated…

Sitting on daddy’s stone

I sit on this white stone shivering in the evening breeze I want to walk away but I hate to leave you out here in the cold under this cold white terrazzo that decorates your house in the belly of the earth from whence you now remotely command in front of your home and watch…

Juliane Okot Bitek: 100 Days of hell’s anomie

Originally posted on Ikhide:
History matters. There are many ways to commemorate, to memorialize communal horror. All over the world, memorials and museums stand sentry to history, to various times when the darkness within seemed to overwhelm humanity and throw up the unmentionable like the holocaust, Biafra, Bosnia, and now Rwanda. Yes, over twenty years…

up here two of us

(I admired these two as I took my morning walk) Listen to me sweetie perched up here the two of us hearts throbbing on the height dancing to our music beak to beak misty morning cold it be we too shall perch up close let humans lie in their well made beds worry not our…