Poem: THE PHOENIX

On days we feel like scorched earth, Like corroded rust or trampled dirt, All we have to do is turn our faces, Toward the gentle breeze, And be sprinkled into the four directions, Be swept away by the wind’s tender breath. We are made holy Through this burning, Like a phoenix rising from it ashes To become more powerful Than it ever thought possible. The scorching ...

Poem: Note to Self

Sometimes you mustn't forget who you are. The self within you. The truest of you. Not your mother-self. The harried, headless chicken, Who multitasks and sometimes crumbles under the pies she bakes, Or the many crosses checked on her multicoloured organiser, Organising selves of others except hers, Hiding in the bathroom, Sighing in relief, Brimming with love. Not the wife-self who is too knackered sometimes To ...

Poem: Blind Date, Take Two

JANE'S STORY Sheepishly saying no, Silently saying yes. Maybe I should go, He might pass the test. His name was Joe, Showed up in his Sunday best. A striking polka dot bow, Combined with a yellow vest. Superficial? Me? No! Neither am I blind. Yes? Fine, I'll let the outfit go, But dude keeps staring at my breasts! Sheepishly saying ...

Poem: The Break Down

Note: This is Part Two of my poetic duet with Desiree, whereby she takes on the voice of “The Wife” and I take on the role of “The Husband”. For Part One of our poetic duet, please go here.    THE WIFE Another night of turned backs Silence deepening marital cracks Her physical touches continually spurned Her weary ...

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