She is a lady, a loving wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, and an educated, contributing member of society. And fuck is her favorite word. Is she mad? Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck it. A well-placed fuck used alone, as a noun or as a verb, makes all the difference in the world … Continue reading She Must Be Mad – Marie Prichard
When her song catches your ear And you hear it in the distance Do you ask yourself why the caged bird sings? Or do you say, I know why the caged bird sings. She sings when her world closes in Locked in a gilded cage Beautifully displayed On her scrolled stand Suspended high. She sings … Continue reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings – Marie Prichard
We are the women who run with wolves. Daughters of she-wolves Children of the past. Gracing our mothers’ footsteps With those of our own. Slipping through forests of quiet calmness Together, we move as one. Embodiments of lupine eloquence Connected to ancient rituals. Silhouetted against the night sky We lift our heads And fill the … Continue reading Women Who Run With Wolves – Marie Prichard
I’m patiently waiting In my Neurosurgeon’s rooms The visit should’ve been a scheduled check-up But here I am, explaining yesterday’s jolt I had an episode whilst driving I nearly caused an accident I blacked-out for a second I lost power in my stroke affected arm and leg I started to panic I had to stop … Continue reading Awakening Bolt – Ivor Steven
The body, this body, my body Is not an apology. It Is not an explanation A long Drawn-out Pause for consideration. It does not wait for approval Does not desire Golden-tipped accolades. It Is not a justification Of etched road maps Across the expanse Of stomach and thighs. It is not a constant explanation of … Continue reading My Body is Not an Apology – Marie Prichard
I see you yes, you poet you who lives behind the misty veil dwelling in the border between this world and a hundred other shadow worlds I see you I see those ink-stained fingers that hold your pen like a lover that fly across the keyboard in a torrent before stopping, hesitating waiting for the flow of words to … Continue reading Poet’s Love Song
Brave & Reckless 