December 3, 2016
Butterflies and Birdsong
December 2, 2016
December 1, 2016
As the eagle passed me by
I looked back, and tasted fear
At seeing the tree tops far below
But still I climbed, with the rope
Until I glimpsed an uneven floor
My knees were scraped, my whole body shaking
As I dragged myself up to stand
Far below me the white man called my nam...
I often miss the comfort of being a child.
There was no scepticism, you see,
no shadows or suspicions or areas of grey,
none of the inveterate world-weariness
and eternal side-guessing inured to by adults.
Everything was so simple and conclusive
and the world was sharply def...
Hanging just above her eyebrow
A birthmark like a drop of treacle
In a bowl of coconut milk
Dissolving, reaching out
To claim unconquered territory
Some days, its shape was an island
Perhaps somewhere we had once
Lived out our lives in Sapphic bliss
A storm cloud heavy...
Don't ever tell your daughter she has small hands as if it's a bad thing.
Hands too small to build or to hold or love or heal.
Tell her small hands are easier to escape or enter within tiny spaces, to slip off handcuffs.
Tell her she's gifted. Tell her that her finger tip...