Missing

There are times I miss my mother so intensely I feel destabilised. I close my eyes just to see again her familiar gestures and expressions. I am amazed how simply the fact of her existence in the world used to be such a great comfort, even when we hadn’t spoken in weeks, living continents apart. Mostly, these … More Missing

A Final Breath

She came to us from trauma: Born with HIV in her blood, Neglected; withdrawn. She didn’t know how to play With the toys placed before her. Over the months we watched her transformation – Her smile emerged, gradually, Until it would brighten any room With its mischievous spirit. As she learnt to play, To talk, … More A Final Breath

Autumn Equinox

Soles joy-blistered from Dancing in the autumn gold, Bidding welcome to darknening days. I threw back my head and laughed, whooped In a room of swirling energy and shared delight. We twirled and leapt, Stomped and stretched, Sweated our prayers and opened our hearts As we bid farewells to old patterns And cleared space for … More Autumn Equinox