Breast
So, while the NAN can tells me,
that mothers milk is best.
It’s not accepted, in public,
For me to pull out my breast…
Tag: poetry
Me, Beautiful?
Is in the corners of the lips that
fall, even though they know
not to speak all
Attempted Laughter
While the spades name,
slips silent through gritted teeth.
At The End Of The Day
We like to shine, because, we like the way it makes you smile.
Sunlight
The windows of this jav are clean. That makes me comfortable, it shows care. Care isn’t love though. If this was a loved car, It would be all clean. Not just wiped down, So obvious bits gleam. Why can’t I stop myself from seeing, the familiar, cloudy brown, bottoms and sides? The pane still…
Journey To Mali P4 -Coconut Trees
My first impression of Mali, is the road from the airport. It is lined with Neem trees, so I busy myself explaining to my hosts that they are called Mwarubanne at home because they are said to cure 40 diseases. My French is stiff and very broken, but I have found that most of the…
Journey To Mali P3, Kenyan Timing
So, this morning I was scheduled to fly to Bamako Mali, as you must already know. I missed my flight. Having spent the night fretting about what I may forget and have I got everything I need, that I managed to forget what may well have been the most important thing: my phone on silent….
Poetry DTR
She. Is a dream that
I call into being…
Passing Tides
I love the chase.
The sweat on my arms from the hunt,
Makes the taste of the meat amazing…
Free.
Gone off with my fantasies of you.
Without you.