The longest night




same voice

same noise

no sense

no repentance


without enlightenment

at the door

wanting more

breathe in breathe out

don’t let the demons out

this is a test

just let is rest

the longest night

the toughest fight

all have an end

don’t break just bend

truth can hurt

there’s beauty in dirt

forget and forgive

one life to live



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i will make a batch of apple cinnamon shortbread

the kind that will melt in my mouth

without resistance

as the oven warms up

i will watch my neighbors walk their dogs on leash

couples with jackets of the same color walking together

accompanied by the music of their inner resistance

i will place the shortbread

on my favorite blue square cookie plate

with dark brown borders

beside my huge maroon tea cup


they make a lovely pair


good together

the shortbread melts in my mouth

without resistance i

give myself to the moment

the cinnamon warms my heart


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it will be sunday soon

time to sit under the silver moon

think about the time

when daddy taught me a rhyme

when mummy tied my pony tail

and i waited for letters in the mail

it will be sunday soon

i will enjoy the hot afternoon

think about the times

when i choose to have a life of dignity and few dimes

watch sparrows chase each other across my yard

remember there is much beauty even in a life scarred

it will be sunday soon

can’t wait to dream under the silver moon



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Today’s daily prompt is “fabric”. I want to write about “Pad Man“, the new Indian movie that tackles the taboo topic of periods (in India). Based on a true story, this movie tries to tackle a taboo topic and raise awareness about women’s health. While living in villages and working in the slums of Mumbai, I have witnessed the difficulties girls and women face when they have their periods. The biggest issue was not being aware of or being able to afford sanitary pads. I recall the girls and women collecting bits and pieces of fabric and making sure they were washed, dried and hidden away. When I was wrapping up my project at the Film City slum in Mumbai, I asked the members of my group what they would like from me as a parting gift. They asked me for safety pins, good quality safety pins that would hold fabric together and keep them more comfortable during their periods. The question is – why are girls and women in many parts of the world still not able to have access to a basic necessity – sanitary pads? The answer is not just poverty, the discomfort of millions of girls and women, have not made us uncomfortable enough to do something, once and for all.

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