Archive for March, 2013


 

Earth

shudders

 winds

rise

rivers

swell

then

burst.

 

Silence

 

Shattered:

a tiny

voice

screams

howls

whimpers

murmurs,

hush.

 

A girl

 

Tears

 

Cruel

insertion

harsh

initiation

 

The shape of things to come.

 

(a girl!)

 

(pity)

 

Writhing

howling

gruesome

thing ,

unloved

in truest form,

left

cold and whimpering

at the

bottom

of  the steps

of this house.

 # I wrote this a while ago as a means of introducing the Unwoman, a central figure in a collection of poems that I am patiently putting together. It may well need revision but I am giving it a little air.

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Metric on my Mind

It’s been a while, I know.  Life is currently challenging my time management skills. There are so many things that I want to do, that I need to do, that spin around me, like a vortex. There are so many things vying for my attention and time, but there little time or attention to be given. Sometimes I feel energized by the idea that I have assigned myself several projects, personal interest projects that will bring satisfaction once I have completed them. They are like plants, newly bought seedlings that require a great care for their early stages. You start caring for them early on. Then you lapse, and then you forget. Your reminder comes when you notice your seedlings are drooping and yellowing in parched soil. You are shocked at how much you have neglected your own projects.

This blog fits the category of neglected things. I started it as a means of sharing thoughts on one of my passions and while the passion is still there, the time is not. I have been writing in private. I’ve written things I am keeping close to my heart – things that I am not yet ready to share and I am not sure if I will ever share. And I have been writing in other ways too.

I hope to be active this year, which is already in its third month. I am reading new works from Nalo Hopkinson, Karen Lorde and Nnedi Okorafor. I’ve also been reading works from KurtVonnegut, James Tiptree Jr. and Joanna Russ. These works are re-energizing my imagination and that is a good thing. I will commit to the watering this green space and with my thoughts on my love for the written word, especially when it comes from else-worlds. And every now and then I will glance at my thumb to ensure that it is not turning into an odd shade of green.