Mother
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What’d Jesus say to Bob Marley?
❤️🔥 ( in pursuit of happiness) It’s been a year since Nell & I met, he now has rings in every finger, leather bracelets, bead necklace, BobMarley vibes breathing in meshed hair. The eyes are young and old, his voice cracking with some of the old laughter. We talk about the weather, we talk about… Continue reading
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Hand writ prayers
I’ve never been a Collector of things, not even of my paintings which lounge wherever they find space; maybe the most passionate of my ‘collections’ were bus tickets for some reason; I was age 5 and remember hoarding them from the two families we lived around at Wilson Gardens. Then were feathers at pre-primary school,… Continue reading
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The Greatest Human Need*
You see It* in naked mouths, in burdened markets, in death cells & cathedrals; we all await the same thing. I saw It last week in a wee apartment & momma with sick child, saw It crying in the Street yesterday outside a Cafe: a man sat in Crossword puzzles; his face sunk. A couple… Continue reading
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I could’ve been another person
This is first hand from my mother who was there: I had just been born ‘normally’ but here was the thing. I was a third daughter, and one of our older relatives wasn’t happy. That aside… …. the nurses weren’t happy for my Ma, and they were about to fix it. My mother heard them… Continue reading
