This Is How It Happens

Cherubic and reekinggrief’s pallor heavyhe comes to me Of course, he doesI am schooled in compassionseldom flinch at raw pain I attend to the woundslisten; reassurebut I am weary My own sorrow unattendedloss and betrayal an inner bleedknow I have only so much to give But he is not alone,there is anothera mere child… Cherubic […]

Read More

Flee The Cult

A life of servitude,the guru said,surely leads to Nirvana No debate permitted –we are but plebesanswer his every need mere women, bornto serve, to nurture… I flee the cult Why? Because I can.Servitude does notnegate free will. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

Read More

Mothers Have Regrets

Fancy myself pragmaticbut these cherubic facesrender me nostalgic Not for the times –for they were hard –but for the ideal lost Speculate on failingsshallow expectations,pray I did enough. (Found this old photograph of my two girls.)

Read More

Untamed

Too young to understandethos of beauty regimesshe rejects girlish ritualssees beauty in naturein glitter of make-believe This abnegation of groomingnot rebellion, but appreciationa nuance that escapesMother’s frustrated efforts. (My granddaughters balk at having their hair done, something that drove me crazy as a parent, but now reminds me of myself as a child. One generation […]

Read More

That’s What I Fear

“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretence and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.” – Maya Angelo I fear living. No, that’s not it. I love living… …but I fear engagement… …drowning in engagement Except, I love engagement… […]

Read More

Equality

Two mothers were wefrozen in disbeliefas smoke rose Cried for the lossesfor our childrenfor a future devoidof peace Two mothershand-in-handshattered A Christianand a Muslim War destroys all dreams. (Image my own.)

Read More

Shadow Dancing

Inessential am I ghost of a woman burden avoidance Imperfect am I each flaw a step towards deepening blue And yet,  I exist purpose unknown shadow dancing. (Image: Self-portrait)

Read More

Coming of Age

Green eyes captivate, he whispers, warm hand resting on youthful thigh Stomach somersaults reviled by whiskey breath yellowed fingers clutching Not these eyes! I stand tossing my drink in his face; coming of age moment.

Read More

Corporate Inequality

Wore green shoes – a shock of colour to highlight business – attire aimed to succeed. Walked ten blocks rode fourteen floors passed security, heels continually clicking. Navigating male-dominated passages, I was driven ignored patronizing comments exercised for corporate ladder But the lies, the betrayal, the dirty little secrets, they taunted me – sold me […]

Read More

Shallow Measures

Didn’t have to say it – read between the lines, the “and you too” as an afterthought pathetic attempt to cover truth – ugly I was, unlike sisters whose beauty raved Only in flashbacks, time gifting objectivity do I see it wasn’t true – depth shines through. (Image from personal collection.)

Read More