Connected to human truths

I can hear into the ocean and see through the years I can paint with my voice and sing with my hands I can feel in abundance and be stingy

Venus closing in

At dawn she stood in front of the door, steaming cup inside of her hands, she noticed a star in the eastern sky. It was dancing brightly towards the earth,

Clover of Four

(for my mother who would have turned 85 today) Betwixt the primal automn air I stroll along on worn out fields; I look for her in glowing leaves that tumble

The eternal transcience

Little petal’s white on the grass They have been thrown – simply to pass Noble peacock’s call in the grove They have been reared – only to rove Tender lamb’s

Trees of complacence

In front of my bedroom window Pine trees brush against the horizon Triangle shades in a waving distance They stand tall in front of existence. They have not asked to

No more Women’s Days

Today I hear a thousand voices aired “Woman are equal, woman are free!” Today I read a thousand words written “Women can do it, women are strong!” Today I see

Buds of sunshine

Beyond any doubt the curtains are drawn the wounds are spread open to dirt and to hurt one eerie lie is disclosed after another. A pile of dead leaves has

To work the Garden

Autumn slowly casts a softer light into the garden that now sheds its weight. The sun is tired, waiting to set, and trees and hedges forget their leaves. We grew

Creature’s hereafter

Life will continue its wondrous perpetuity while what it brings forth, will die in small fractions, for yesterday’s stories to fade in the sun. None of the remaining souls will

Beyond the fences

The garden had been prepared from winter frost for summer dust by hand and by machine to look as humans expect it from a patch of soil bought with a

New artwork

Recently I have been taking up painting again. Well, let’s say this is a bit experimental as I paint on an app. I either draw from scratch on a white

Reluctant culprit

(for all women who fight to live in dignity) I turned around and years had been swallowed and nobody told me life would hasten to judge me again reluctant culprit,

Glorious day!

Yaaaaay! One of my poems was accepted for publishing on this site for social justice poetry! It is on their site now 🤗 My poem is called “A Swansong for