Category Archives: Poetry

7 things and 7 days

Women need to make time for themselves. This is non-negotiable. We need time to breath, to shower, to try on clothes in department stores without worrying that our 2 year old will crawl under the door and run away while we are naked and can’t catch them, to catch up with our mates, and toContinue reading “7 things and 7 days”

Trapped Inside An Elevator – Poetry Month 2021

My favourite prompts in the 2021 Dirty Thirty Poetry Month Challenge were the ‘Zombie Apocalypse‘, and ‘Trapped Inside an Elevator’ … both are topics I would absolutely never have written on… While writing about being trapped in an elevator we were asked to imagine there were other people in the elevator and there was notContinue reading “Trapped Inside An Elevator – Poetry Month 2021”

Zombie Apocalypse – Poetry Month 2021

My favourite prompts in the 2021 Dirty Thirty Poetry Challenge were the ‘Zombie Apocalypse’, and ‘Trapped Inside an Elevator‘ … both are topics I would absolutely never have written on…. While writing about the Zombie Apocalypse I decided to incorporate the biblical definition of an apocalypse (as a a prophetic revelation) into human relationships. ZombieContinue reading “Zombie Apocalypse – Poetry Month 2021”

More beautiful than ugly

A couple of weeks ago I shared some of my piece “A Million Pieces of Ugly.” Here is a little more of it. I love everyone, but I don’t have many people in my close circle. I am a quite the recluse at times. Those that are in my circle, are precious. They are toContinue reading “More beautiful than ugly”

Whore or Madonna

This isn’t typical of my recent writings, but I wanted to switch things up a little for this weeks #wednesdaywords I wrote this piece when I was privileges enough to regularly attend spoken word nights in my hometown. This poem in its entires captures some of the complications of a woman’s identity, our perception ofContinue reading “Whore or Madonna”

Nothing in this World

I want to start ripples and be gentle yet powerful like a cloud that can block the sun… Let us have our call to make change satisfied. Let us end the nothingness that so many women endure under the shadow of patriarchal oppression. Be born again. Be the stone. Be the cloud. Be the unexpectedContinue reading “Nothing in this World”