The Mother
When I write as a poet sometimes I use real things which have happened sometimes reporting them faithfully and sometimes having to convey...
Mar 11, 20211 min read
Still Birth
I tried to capture the essence of what still birth means to the mother. This poem was first published in The Sacred Feminine: Open Skies...
Mar 11, 20211 min read
Olga
Pursed lips above a downward gaze, jaw tight as the slamming sledgehammer cracking ice like walnut skulls. Muscles bulging and arms...
Feb 9, 20211 min read
Menopause
This starts off as tongue in cheek, but conveys a real message that there is a vibrant life after menopause. My undercarriage has slipped...
Dec 23, 20201 min read