Every drawl of my huskiness, and every flex is snapped into its rightful place, not as the demonstrable evidence of man, no. It is, the connectedness of my body to the soulish devices that have been there, all the while, and hadn’t had a palette.
11th round, and body swole inside, 12th approaching, it's a fight for pride. Whether coach or trainer, manager or supporter, the boxer enters alone. Sweat underarm, breathing out psalms..'tuck left..jab right'..'duck..fight' shoulders weak but don't drop ‘em tired spirit but don't give in take the pain to the body this round is mine only me … Continue reading The Boxer
I must give up the pride of showing you what you’ve missed out. I show up everyday just to show you in every way, this is what you’ve said no to. You turned aside and didn’t see how lovely, my bright blues could haunt you. If you’d only have looked at me for just one … Continue reading Sunly
In 2012, my mother was diagnosed with sarcoma (cancer of the muscle). She went on her annual Buddhist retreat that year and bought gifts for my father, brother and sister-in-law. My gifts were a 'faith' keychain, a card saying 'Never Never Never Give Up' and a journal with a quote on the cover; "Go confidently … Continue reading Madness and Passion
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