Work Woman Poems

So, can you afford this place by yourself?
Yeah, I did the maths.             ...

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The Garden Womb

She is not virginal
Not unused
Not pure
Being ancient 
and of old,
Inevitably,
Been touched before. 

Many years 
a widow,
She is a lonesome, 
barren land.
So many 
passing...

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Did you see the way Debbie was winking at me last night.

That wasn’t winking, her eyes were rolling in disgust.

No, it was definitely come on...

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With threads of golden light, your spirits flare,
Each woman shines, a steadfast astral pyre,
Your valiant souls defy the tethered snare,
Like distant suns that pierce the...

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I sit in silence, lost in my thoughts,

On the couch, the TV plays on.

Words on the screen leave marks on my skin,

Like a pencil on...

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I would move mountains for all the working mothers:
To untangle our communities and have someone see their true colors. 
To stop mothers from carrying the...

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Soozie was angry with her boyfriend, Bob
Tried dismembering him but botched the job
Disgruntled with all men
She vowed to try again
When she found him in bed...

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On sleep-starved heavy eyes, tired, torn,
Straight like bullet begins her morn.

Kids woken up with a warm kiss,
She hurries that  naught is amiss,

Last bestirs hubby’s...

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I'm tired, I'm lifeless, I'm broken, I want to give up
I'm emotionless, and if I weren't a hopeless romantic, I'd be heartless
Where do I go...

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Sabrina was a woman who knew her own soul
People learned fast not to try and hoodwink her
She did not fall down, kick or scream when...

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Nestled
in her old chair-
world outside her window
and indoor plants, a sign of life-
she knits.

Fingers
work their magic-
grant her moments purpose;
then reminiscing years gone by-
tears flow.
...

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Last Monday was a special day for me.
You got that big promotion and the raise!
I pity you, for now your life will be
a rat race...

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Times Gal
Give it back she demanded
He took the small barrel
Off the table of her 22 pistol
Saturday Night Killer being cleaned
Or it wouldn't fire as dirty
This...

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In shadows' embrace, my heart does weep,
A melody of sorrow, so dark and deep.
The sun once bright, now hides its face,
As clouds of despair take...

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I was an ardent, competent astronomer, ever peering in midnight blue dark,
Like mysterious destiny, ever awaiting, meeting time in some emerald park.

Labor kept me up...

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