The Sun and Her Flowers

you want to keep
the blood and the milk hidden
as if the womb and breast
never fed you

Lessons from Mumma

when it came to being
she said be tender and tough at once
you need to be vulnerable to live fully
but rough enough to survive it all

The Prophet

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space,…