On Motherhood, Discomfort & Poetry

I’ve had a breather from work and life’s madness and I find myself able to write again. Surely you can’t have missed the volley of blogposts all of a sudden. Poetry is flowing again too. Here’s my scathing tribute to Mother’s Day. At all three places there were cautious claps and that uneasy sense of errr…umm ness. Good, I never promised you a rose garden. The mother lode of angry words has just been opened.

I had a chance to perform this piece at three different places but this is the best of them all. Tuning Fork is fast becoming my favorite stage.