hope

there is poetry
in the veins of leaves
there is music
in the swish of your cat’s tail
there is magic
in the smell of sweet roiboos tea

there is enough
there is wholeness
there is enough

Generate

Hey Everyone,

For the emergent minded among you, a new magazine is being launched called Generate . They are currently offering a great rate on a subscription to the first four issues. Generate is run entirely by volunteers, so this is a great way to support them in supporting the arts. You’ll find me in the inaugural issue coming out in October!

Enjoy!

Jess

suffering

*for my family

I hold the pain of the world
in these two hands
balance the groans of organs and bones
with the unspoken fears
of minds lost in thick cloud

I carry the sorrow of the healthy
between these shoulder blades
anger at the cruelty and confusion of the universe
the hollow grief of futility

I cradle the hope of beauty in chaos
in the chambers of my heart
and my blood carries a measure of peace
to heavy hands
tired shoulders