NB Trigger warning: This poem contains content to do with child abuse that might be disturbing. Thrown to the ground. Held down. Not a scream. Is this just a dream? I dare not fight. His face is full of delight. Now he is inside. I cry out, a hand is applied. Tears rolling down my…

Where do we go from here? Does it matter where we’ve been, who we’ve known, how we’ve lived? How we have kept living… Still standing, struggling in spite of it all. In spite of ourselves. Our struggles, our drive. Where do we go from here?Where do we go from here? Does it matter where we’ve…

“When her pain is fresh and new, Let her have it. Don’t try to take it away. Forgive yourself for not having that Power. Grief and pain are like joy and Peace; they are not things we should try to snatch from each other. They’re sacred. They are part of each person’s journey. All we…

The day we met, I was wearing blue nail varnish, shy Not quite sure of myself We were both taking a chance But as happens in love affairs It can go either way Your warmth, your seeing me so fully, Made me linger, take another look and then I was hooked. The blue gels came…

(Trigger warning: this poem describes sexual abuse) Please go away bad memories: I don’t want to remember their smile, sweat, or his smell. Or the way they made me promise not to tell. Please go away bad memories, it pains me to breath. Everything hurts, I need time, time to just grieve. I don’t like…

No More Good Mornings, No More Good Nights, No More Even Are You Feeling Alrights I Saw It Coming For A Week Maybe Two The Day You Told Me A Friend Did Not Approve Is The Day That I Knew So I Write This Poem Just For You… She Was Till She Wasn’t The She…

Standing on the London platform age 5 The rough string holding your gas mask cuts into your neck The rough string carrying your name and number flutters as the train pulls in Worn out teddy bear under one arm Childs suitcase in the other Your mother lifts you onto the train And you will not…

I wish I missed my mother and joined this milestone of loss with all the other daughters flooded with longing for some maternal arms finding joy instead of alarm at genetic reminders in the faces and gestures of my relations. There was a disturbance in my force the day I learned my mother died. I…

Here have some wine Hear, have some more Hear that you’ve always been welcome You don’t need to stand at the door Here take a seat You don’t have to stand Cos when I throw a banquet, no one is left out You’re loved with an everlasting love Made in the image of the one…

The song is growing !!! What if our religion was each other? If our practice was our life? If prayer was our words? What if the Temple was the Earth? If forests were our church? If holy water – the rivers, lakes and oceans? What if meditation was our relationships? If the Teacher was life?…