Tuesday, December 07, 2021

Tuesday poem #453 : Monica Mody : Connection Poem



Job of love during a time—unsticks patterns

Ashes hunting the very structures raised from our night fears

Person has to think for herself rounded by once-agains

How easy it is to slip in grooves, build walls to hide behind,

turn other into black hole out of which demons all come out

It is so cold here where I am cold towards you

Turning around a corner I stake out,

carve exits in inscribed cycles

Old spells burn, sound of parchment turns inside out,

light growing in center

Tuft by tuft we sew ourselves back together

Kin networks we know ourselves to be






Monica Mody, PhD, is a border-crossing poet and transdisciplinary feminist scholar practicing earth-based decolonial spirituality. Her books include Kala Pani (1913 Press), Bright Parallel (Copper Coin, forthcoming), and Ordinary Annals (above/ground press). Visit her at drmonicamody.com. Twitter @monicamody | Instagram @monica.mody.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan


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