Dreaming Archetypal

She rises from the river –a culmination of my prayers and tears, I suppose Eyes glow with a ungodly hungerIs she predator or night prowlerI wonder, frozen from fright Disinterested in ego, ignoringperfection, she multipliesher energy frenetic I try to harness her,tame the primal, raw forcefear I cannot house her But she is no one’s […]

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In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman Mother-centred grey-haired essence oozing strength – a vessel, rain focused decoding political lies. Leaders are locked targeting anxiety selective stances patriarchal bedmates ending unsafe Rioters blow up martyr consciousness metamorphosis in throngs chemicals insignificant when innocence ignored temples violated. What is next? A future gatekeeper spouting personal freedom recalling pleas, […]

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Death Reveals Inadequacy

Mother is fearful, time slipping through her fingers, loneliness enveloping her. I hold space for her in my thoughts, my heart aching in beat with hers. Guilt tosses me up and down – inadequacy knows no bests.  

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If I Was a Kitchen

If I was a kitchen, I’d want an old-fashioned woman at my counters, rolling dough, canning  pickles, chutney, jam, homemade pasta sauce, and every Sunday a roast. She’d wear her sweat like a saint, ignore her aching back, one practiced hand feeding her Carnation baby, while other children flocked to Formica, hot flesh sticking to […]

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Mystical She

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Like silk whispering across my skin; a gentle mist kissing my soul; kindness unburdening me; warmth, and cinnamon spice; She comes. ? Of the Earth, is She whose heart beats with mine a rhythm of life renewal and deepest bliss ? Her essence luminous and night shimmering at…

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Laughter: Mother’s Medicine

“I’m so mad!”  My nine-year-old self slammed the front door and stomped down the hallway to the kitchen, where my mother was constantly positioned.  My little sister sat at the table, her legs swinging contentedly as she finished off a fresh baked cookie and glass of milk. “Well, hello!” my mother responded.  “Not a good […]

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