Writer, taking introspection and slowness seriously during the pandemic.
20th April 2020
Drop deep, my love,
Into the stillness in your bones.
The heavy ocean of your body
Will welcome you.
She's been waiting, my love,
For your attention to turn
To her dark mysteries;
Her coral and krill and bone.
Settle in, my love,
Take a deep diving breath,
Your lungs are hers;
She's not afraid of you
Listen well, my love,
To the slow knock of bones
with a wounded story to tell.
It's overwhelming, but it's yours.
9th June 2020
Lament
The year of grief
We cry on the streets
Police murders
and teargas
Mourning
Centuries of grief
Look to great trees
Black power
bore love
Black death
Ubiquitous on screens
A knee on a neck
Minneapolis
we see you
Share comfort
Restore through dreams
Generations of trauma
Breathe deep
and rise
Speak your words
Resist, organise
Black visions flower
We honour you,
hoping.