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Issue V of Free Verse Revolution's literary magazine is out today, and is entitled 'Cassandra: Prophecy and Deceit.' I am honoured to be included amongst the list of contributors. For this issue, I submitted a poem about PMDD, a pre-menstrual disorder which affects up to 1 in 20 women of reproductive age, most of whom... Continue Reading →
Today, I am excited to announce the publication of my poem, 'I want you to read me,' at Masticadores USA: I want you to read me:want you to read the spaces in betweenthe lines, and guess at what they meanperhaps you will find me As I want to read youthe way the light plays like... Continue Reading →
A palate of clouds and light over the baybut I'm glad I took you anywayI hadn't been for such a long timeand the way the sun played on the sands: sublimethe stone jetty with its tongue-twisters,the unpretentious tea shop where we shelteredthen when we came out, how the grey clouds partedto reveal the hills!Glory days!... Continue Reading →
LoveI want to shelter deep within your heartfor I am part of you, as you of me:there is no shelter when we are apart LoveI want to shelter you within my armsfrom a thousand thousand worldly cares and harmsin silence, as we listen to the wind’s song Childnine moons I sheltered you beneath my breast,I wrote... Continue Reading →
The warp and the weave and the weft of the windonly singssometimes a low and mournful moansometimes a heavy sighprophecy brings:'Awake, dull race, from your complacent slumbersee the world around you, world of wonderwithin, as withoutthis you have no chanceto make it outin one peaceand furthermore you have already lost thishuman race.' © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights... Continue Reading →
I fail at fortune’s fate so many timesit stands to reason that I should give upnevertheless, my heart delights in rhymesI fill my mind with them, drink from the cupthat overflows, though drunk on words, still suptill I have had my fill, though there’s enoughto keep me rhyming, like a happy pupwho hunts his ball... Continue Reading →
I do not know my mother’s name: she got it from her father,and her mother, from her father before her.Our herstory has been erasedby history,records always follow the paternal line. Matrilineal DNA might help,if we had all the samplesbut most of them liea long-time underground(or burnt to ash).We silently acceptedan unspoken, acknowledged misogyny and had... Continue Reading →
Man writes in his pompousnessof my magnificence, Iinspire in him dread and awe Often, I would see himface upturned in the valley belowstraining his head-stalk, watching my swoop and plough Catching a thermal, hitching a free ride, up, upto the dizzying wideempty blue (or often, grey)with a clear eye to search out prey The truth... Continue Reading →
I try to bring the sunshine where I canthough days seem dark, the future dim, obscure: a breath of hope born where my life began. There are no certainties, for child, or man:nothing to which we may cling, constant, sureI try to bring the sunshine where I can. Though some seem to seek for the entire... Continue Reading →
Cold blows the wind from east to westand far it seems, so very farthe home where we may take our restlike some receding star I have on this thin dress, bare rags,the babe bound to my backI pray is warm, and safe and snugand feels the heat I lack My eldest, bent against the wind,her... Continue Reading →
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