poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
my body is stuck in motion,on a split moment in time,cannot neutralise,or verbalise what lays in my pumping blood,jumping from cement to water,it seems everything is running in this stream of water,and I am floating away on this boat,no hold on the tide,or guidance of where I am going,I trust the moon to guide the […]
In a flurry of autumn and winterAs the leaves came swinging down to the earth once againTo give nourishment to roots, My own womb came full circleMy womb bled as if the pain was back, Dreams formed a signature in my eyes, Signed and dated the same day over and overMade me relive the moments […]