July 20, 2018
The space between us is sewn together
Each stitch lovingly darned into place
mending that which is open and gaping
Threads of concern, of friendship and love
cast across the web
reinforcing intersecting strands
The wide world; an exquisite salvaged patch
to be worn upon knees
...
June 15, 2018
When is it enough?
When will you
turn around and
stand your ground?
When will you
finally
dredge up your subterranean anguish and wield it
sword like
in the name of human decency?
When is complicity worse
than the actual crime?
When does comfort
or ease
or self-inflicted oblivion...
May 23, 2018
I PLACE THIS MOMENT HERE
Every day, for the past 334 days, I have purposefully tried to capture a single moment of every passing day. I would slow my breath, still my mind and search. A thought, a feeling, a wish would emerge, connecting me to the present moment. They h...
February 28, 2018
There are things handed down from parent to child that hold within them the very bones of inheritance. They need not be ancient or of great monetary value. Their giving need not be of great ceremony. The importance comes from their provenance; the intertwined narrat...
February 26, 2018
The sea is a woman
Brave and wild
Spellbound by the moon,
she rises and falls in a conjugal dance
The moon in return,
does not ask woman to change her nature
but revels in her vigor
The sea welds herself to the earth
Water and air
birthing the seam of the horizon
They fashion th...
February 24, 2018
Today, enchantment came to me in the shape of a communal water fountain.
They are not as common as they once were.
Once, they functioned as the centre of community.
Once,
Olive skinned girls deftly balancing large clay water gourds on their kerchief covered heads encounte...
February 22, 2018
Today, I went for a solitary walk along the aqueduct that serves as the tea company’s water source.
With birdsong as my companion, I traveled the narrow path undulating through tea fields and tangled forest. The air was thick with moisture from yesterday’s rain.
Everywhe...
February 20, 2018
Soft the sleep that claims the dead
Such abandon to the earth
The fecundity of life
gifting the still, dark berth
I too shall have a bedchamber
of leaves , green moss and bracken fern
My eyes though hollow seeming
still gaze upon my soul's return
February 19, 2018
I have grown to love this house
It, itself, is not mine
I have never lived here
nor have I occupied myself with it’s well being
That place of honour has belonged to my parents
Yet, it has held for me the heart of family
storing tenderly, photographs of a cherished pas...
February 18, 2018
We finish the day with a sacred libation
Gathered together in the warm glow of the kitchen light
We share a pot of tea
The air between us is thick with ritual, tradition and family ties
The tea we drink comes from up the hill
A tea farm where my mother worked as a young gir...