Nesting Ground

“Egg 393”

there is a broken egg in me

I hear the hush of its silence

its breathe

finds me when

hunger beats for children

when a young girl in

green rubber boots

walks behind her two

older sisters

following along in the long

line of heritage


I hear its silence

it cracks open once more

healing me in the pain

m.e.m.o. muse

Published in Mamalode issue no. 1/2009

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I am an arts educator, writer, poet, photographer, and mama. United Arts Council Artist in the Schools and Writer-in-Residence -- I am available to conduct workshops and residencies: Memoir, Writing, Poetry, Spoken Word, Poetry Slams. Contact me for more information. Also available for freelance writing and photography. I am also working on a historic food memoir:

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