An #IWD Ball of Rage

We are asked again! to share our spaces.
We are asked again! to do the emotional labour.
We are asked again! to celebrate ourselves.
Because again! the initiatives are not led by others seeing our value.


We are asked again! to celebrate that one thing,
one man did for us,
for a limited time.
That one thing,
we do each day
without notice.


We are asked again! to perform public gratefulness,
for things that ought to be self-evident.
We are once again! told that we don’t do things right.
Why are so many women not cycling to work?
Have you ever listened?
I mean beyond the act of performative care?


I am just so fucking angry.

Thorny Beauty

Thorny beauty
catches your eye
blinding you–temporarily
to the greenhouse roses
without bouquet.

Rough bark,
strong stem,
thorns a dagger’s envy,
lush green thickness,
scent intoxicating,

all so unnerving,
you won’t notice,
the gentle blossoms
โ€”pinkโ€”
amongst the complex vitality.

Standing tall within her beauty,
she remains innocent
to your feeble blight,
absorbed in the joy
of warmth and sunlight.

A response poem to “She Was The Storm” by Cherie Avritt I saw in a review by Rachel 0ates.

White Wolf : The Mysterious Connection Between Wolves and Women (Video)

Just stumbled across this post. For all the ‘she-wolves’ out there ๐Ÿ˜‰

Millennia of humans have gathered around fires to hear words that transferred hard-won wisdom and allowed dreams of unlimited possibilities.

Continue here…

http://www.whitewolfpack.com/2014/03/the-mysterious-connection-between.html?m=1