As we enter into the winter of our discontent the Son of God rides into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey that was wild; until he felt the touch of the Christ child grown. Like the unridden, but bidden that we are, to be broken in by the gentle touch of hands that were… Continue reading Palm Sunday
Month: March 2021
Blindness Threatens
I open my eyes and look to the dark, thick coils swirl across the vague lit ceiling of my changing eyesight and I imagine all sorts of things are there floating just outside my vision’s night. —– I wonder at the others who lie awake and test their eyes against the lies of day, and… Continue reading Blindness Threatens
The Tithes of Prejudice
They tenderly picked up her body, wonderfully made, brutally murdered, Her intelligence snuffed out, her wisdom lost, her mothering care gone. Society wept, crying against the constant bombardment of hate, hate, hate, spoken through the media social, the radio, the speeches and the street, as it wielded a gun, killed her, willed her death, for… Continue reading The Tithes of Prejudice
Then, Now and Tomorrow
I sat beneath the boughs of a tree, once, and watched the crowds go by. Dressed warmly against the cold, bright coloured scarves, boots and shoes, and even sand- als displayed beneath shorts of a wry hard man, displaying his hairy legs and muscles against the hoar, raw frosts on the brown, bare, sleeping,… Continue reading Then, Now and Tomorrow
#MeToo Reclaim the Streets
beastly distance as they cruelly chant, they
swore, called us whores and aimed at our
cores where we kowtow to a male society, that
never passes any laws. do the police even try
to work for our cause, show them iron doors
close their jaws, quieten their roars, for men
The Harrowing of Hell
Is it within, without, was it always someone else’s tool that they used to abuse, confuse and cruise their hate through another’s quick crisis. ——- Hell hath no fury? Give them hell. Hell is – other people said Sartre, The road to hell is paved with – good intentions. I felt like hell; are ——-… Continue reading The Harrowing of Hell
The Pain of Womanhood
What has brought women so low that they feed on a male’s unsubstantiated flow and subverted praise.
Creation groans.
The bounteous skin of the earth corrupted,
its bones break through, bleaching in the sun-