The weary woman blues

It wasn’t like this in1972, this gut filled withanxiety – how do I pay for it?the way up – forward – out thedoor costs ever more –ever more a lifetime ofindebtedness – can Imake do as a barista ohcollege the holy grail ofadvancement enclosesthose of ordinary means intoa cycle of owing unto deathevery generation startsContinue reading “The weary woman blues”

The drunkards

Oh my lovelykitty catnipping at the leafof a most peculiarsort of plantplucking at wingsbatting at micethis drunken sortof love is notcivilized butthen you neverprofessed to becivilized did you Alas the worldof civilization isan inhibiting sortof place – a lostgarden filled withvipers that biteand sting poorwoman forcedto raise a childwith her violatornot that folks whohave neverContinue reading “The drunkards”

A protest song

It is something music does to us –reaches into an inner worlda peculiar sound –this –the madness of sistersdaughtersbreed cowsmaresfeeding – getting fat – breedinga cow has asingular life indeed It is the voice ofa geriatric diva*this story of lovegone to gambling –drink -excess belonging tothe proclivities ofprivileged men oh most dastardlybrother – theBride ofContinue reading “A protest song”

Tough birds

Every woman can hear you“Na…….ncy”“Na……………..ncy!”these weaker vessels whocarry water jugsand fruit basketson top of their headsbabies inside their belliesand in their armswho chase away snakesand rescue childrenfrom angry cowswho trap vermin andstrangle chickenswho gather their youngand keep them safeevery woman hears youand we are not amused November 2022

Cormorant

“Zhang Zhan risked everything to report on Covid-19 when it first appeared in Wuhan, China. In February 2020, she decided to travel to Wuhan as a citizen journalist in order to provide on-the-ground information about what was happening there. The former lawyer took to social media, reporting how government officials had detained independent reporters andContinue reading “Cormorant”

Profiles no courage

Your kitchen smells ofwisp and flamefanning a lieof borders todivide It is not the hearthat my grandmother’sfarmwith scent of molasseslack of running waterand sparkshe never missed a beatthis woman who couldnot swimrowed a boat to aone-room schoolhouseto teach What magic canyou weave otherthan sorrow forwhat we losein our addiction toprevarication? Oh, so now youstep downContinue reading “Profiles no courage”

But

She doesn’t knoweverythingbutevery woman knows the hula hoop – youmove your hipsto keep it movingfasterlighter pick up jacksyou must be fastwith sleight of handif you can noshe isn’tignorantshe doesn’t knoweverythingbutevery woman knows harderlongeryou must workand if yourskin is a darkerhueoh my dearyour day’snot through she doesn’t knoweverythingbutevery woman knows what she must dowould tankthe oldContinue reading “But”

The ghouls conspire/ The women gather

The merchants of war            but                   I love the world issue decrees,                                                     how it used to be when sycophants plot                       Continue reading “The ghouls conspire/ The women gather”