grief

May you land on holy ground

You drop to the earth, open your palms. It’s either brokenness or the heart’s humility that brought you here, to Earth-bottom. The form is the same, the borders of feeling broken or humble are almost indistinct: pain humbles you and your humbling opens you up to your pain, the world’s pain. There is no longerContinue reading “May you land on holy ground”

epiglottis is the door

The anatomy of grieving I travel down my oesophagus, the rigged stair to a moist world under. I sneak through the epiglottis, unnoticed, pass the larynx, wordless and red as a vulva. Adam’s apple unbitten – my pharynx is no sinner. I descend down passing the thymus, space between breasts where lovers like to hide,Continue reading “epiglottis is the door”

Wintering tides

Tide one on idleness A white page and the mind rushing in with words, thought, constructing a poem of the rational. It makes me sick reading it back – so stale and monotonous like two lovers that have forgotten how to love, that have nothing between them but the inability to get out. When IContinue reading “Wintering tides”

earthed

I arrived, 26 years ago, folded and compressed, a gasp on my mother’s lips, curiosity on her cheeks, a tiny miracle held on my father’s chest. My birth was planned and calculated, sterile. Brought by morning’s light. I wanted to leave, early on, when hearing the loud turning of this world, the air heavy withContinue reading “earthed”

Pericardium

In the hollow cave of heart lie the remains of a love, the bones.you carry this death with you Every Where a walking graveyard. When you try and speakthese bones lodge in the small openings of your throat. How many others hold on to the dead like this? a world that knows not about lettingContinue reading “Pericardium”