Cheltenham Poetry Festival, Recorded Set

On the 8th of January I was the lucky guest of the Cheltenham Poetry Festival live on Zoom with the astounding Catrice Greer and a gorgeous group of poets reading that the Open Mic. Below is the recording of my set, a 25 minute tour of the first 45 years of my life, poetically, with […]

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SEASONS OF THE FALL

I climb things, climbed things, out of warm womb,fresh from first hold into new armsalready breaking, wondering about climbing back up. I climb things, climbed things, chimneys in a child’s mindlooking for traces of reindeer and reasonsto still believe in faith and family and catching flight. I climb things, climbed things, out of closetsand their […]

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THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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MY THREE FATES

  I- The original   Water                            floods flesh From carnal comes forth     creation Washed in sin and they watch. In judgement Water releases               hold Sign away the rights                to his name   II- The Second Coming   Tears flood                   drained desert She will be  an ocean             once more Blood             […]

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ORIGINAL SONGS

  Here now, flown back to nest since moved in absence, these streets hold no shadows of my former shyness, they do not call me by nickname, or your name. I was never open enough then to be called by your name, their name, his name, back then when there was no him and barely […]

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THE JUDGEMENT OF THE SHADOWS

  Did we smile at each other, at least, at all, before the bond broke that day, that morning, after the dawn rose in all its innocence, imperceptive of how it would part us, ignorant of the virtue you’d lost and the sadness it would cost. And did you feel the judgment of the shadows? […]

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TURBULENT SACRIFICE

  Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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