why women need to share their stories

i bring banana loaf to her house, the red wagon behind and moon in the sky above.i am a writer. the story is my lifeline, and me not knowing this more than as a mother. as a woman with bloody show and labour pains and the wrench of love and the laying down of life and...

my mother’s prayers

i think of her as i rock, the world a spindle of mothers, unraveling in house coats and tousled hair, our bodies nursing babies and the thread of life on a spit-up clothi think of mum and how she gave herself to me, how she gave body and midnight sleep to me and how...