in the beginning was the word and the word knew that through him everything would be made. and the word knew that to save he would have to endure pain/ the word knew that to save there would be shame and an earthly body and still to earth he came and though the word isContinue reading “the word//a surrendering spoken word”
today, I am resting.I am resting in the whirl-down of Tuesdaysclass in glass, keep it alltucked in, hands down words outwork day Tuesdays.I am resting. I am resting in this conversationhead high, determinationfully knowing that my worth isn’tdetermined by you or me so I havesecurity in whatever things you hold in your heart and mouththatContinue reading “today, i am resting//a poem”
from poember day 8// tea cups and the vibe of the people drinking from them They’re /gen-z climate change activist wannabesclutching bamboo mugs made of fibre and gluedoing their bit to save the world and worryingwhat may become of it They’re /80s kids, large mugs with handles so wide and ceramic so thick that italmostContinue reading “bamboo mugs & china//a poem”
from the poember prompt: colours sometimes my vision(finite small human half witted)is clouded and diminished, I canonly see the world through dark lenses(no mixing/ no blending)unending seas of fixed wavesoverwhelming any progress that I try to make but I am choosing(it must be a choice or else I will lose it)to wake up and standContinue reading “seeing in colour//a poem”
to be seen and know to the end of your beingarms wide and heart beating andlungs contract with frantic breathing andwaiting for disownment but not receivingit, left confused and wild and slow andknown and known and known and known. shalommeans peace and news that makes wholeto be known is shalom for the whole of yourContinue reading “shalom for the soul//a poem”
inspired by the #challenge accepted on instagram. to women everywhereevery daywondering if your facewill be the next orwondering what will be leftfor you if loved ones disappearI am so sorry for the fear that engulfs your day to day lifeand I pray that you will finda way to thriveeven in the black and whitebetween whatContinue reading “to women in turkey//a poem”
2 amforms the foundations of my thought lifeif only dawn could cut through the knife ofmy thoughtsperhaps i would a be lessworried person but here i am again, i’msorry morning methat you will sufferalmost as greatly as my thoughts do nowsimply because i was unable tosleep.
i have joined those who’s voices strain to be heard words cascading freely, bird wings speed flapping, trying to stay up and speak. Image from Annie Spratt on Unsplash.