Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Image by June Perkins I am looking for the frames to help me break the frames; remembering Playschool windows round, oval, and square. I am remembering how my dolls were broken hand-me-downs and how I thought my frizzy hair made me look a clown. I was a little mother to…
Ink of Light – A Baha’i Writers’ Festival
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
The First Australian Bahá’í Writers Festival will be held May 19th, 2018, in Milton, Brisbane. The Program includes book launches, panels and workshops to explore what kinds of fiction and non fiction Bahá’í authors are writing and could be writing; the value of connecting and networking with authors from all…
Love’s Flame
Grass Skirt
Kilt clan patterns Mother’s hands twisting string for homemade video to keep tradition strong Once made from plants now plastic too Scratching identity from legs to ankles Calling out for head dress and for beads Bare feet beating dance on earth Sway and swish Past, present and future steps Given by my mother to sayContinue reading “Grass Skirt”
Ted X Morning
For Deb, Justine and Renee Ted X Morning The light and zing of commercials between my favourite shows is not nourishing but rather requires the mute button green of the remote to take me into a greener zone and better still a turning away from entertainment that leads to momentary escape from the sorrow, pain,Continue reading “Ted X Morning”
