I speak as a motherAnd I have something to sayTo those of you who motherI have something to say to the 85 Million other Mamas in America Especially to those who were toldas children,“Be nice. Don’t interrupt.” That talking loudis rude. To those whogot excited in schooland spoke out of Read more…
This is not a poem about guns.This is a poemfor my ancestors who died with the peace of knowing their children could grow old and with many children to call their own own.Great great great grandmashe walked her childrento schoolwith a gun in her skirtsbecause the wolves had worried her Read more…
My grandmother said–Stones are worth more than moneyFor they are the earth itself. My grandmother is within the earth;She is the earth–Sprouting up in flowers,Tall treesKissing the sky. She is the earth–Mother of my motherWho suckled her children,Taught them to runLike the deer,Taught them to protectLike the wolf,Taught her to Read more…
I found star stuff in my socks this morning.In dreams I walked the shore of the Milky Way.I could feel the cool whisper of the Endlesslapping at my toes.Dark and fathomless,the depths hiddenby my own reflection.I long to see clearlyin waters of the spirit.Thirsty, I cup my handsand break the Read more…
Originally written in 2014, rewritten in 2017 Who am woman? I am iron woman.The wing chun iron fist woman,gym rat pumping metal momma.The 3 AM nursing momma,a strong breasted,Statue of Liberty,milk pumpingthrough teats of steel.Iron willed, and unwilling to give up, get up when knocked down,up at 6 AM with Read more…
Music- soft blue grass-Heard but not understood.Flowers outside, pretty, can’t smell them. Muted life behind glass. I want to sink my feet In black dirt. Fancy painted toenails peeking out, Like strawberries. Summer is coming, I’ll make time for strawberries, For a soft breeze And tangled hair.
Poetry is putting words together–Lips to lipsEye to eye–In new, unexpected ways,My life now is new.Often there is, the unexpected.Her small form a moonlit silhouette,And I see:A curl of blond hair,Sunflowers.The curve of her cheek,Like curve of tea saucer.Chubby arms,Like swell of sea.Small sighs,Wind in trees.Kiss the new.Life, rising up Read more…
DraggingMyself across the day,Long hours,Like long brush strokesWithout enough paint.Watery remarks,Watery life.Let’s give her throttle. The throaty chuckleOf an engine.That’s what we like,He and I,Having a laugh in the sun.
The pen groans across the page in birththe ink longs for lifethe watery darkness that came firstbefore all things, shapes into song. They come, called from the rowan wand.The between of their shoulders sweaty from birth laborthey are singing a child’s song,shaped from darkness, scrawled acrossthe page, my ears ringingfrom Read more…
I daydream too muchAbout once upon a timeAnd far far away I have a secretI can hear stars when they singSoft ringing voices I sneak out at nightThe pavement cold on my feetThe streets are quiet My heart’s full and gladI smell fresh leaves on the groundThey fell softly down Read more…