Tag Archives: Abuse

Karmic Ruin

Mothers beware
Your maternal sins
Bide their time
As sons grow into men
The role of dutiful son;
the singular fatherly inheritance
His masculinity a life long performance
Of karmic violence
Without mirrors
There can be no reflection
No understanding
No compassion
Bitterness unleashed
On the old frail woman
Bewildered and hurt
Unable to challenge or run
She can only sit and absorb
The volcanic eruption
He cannot see
Ageing insists
The woman before him
Be understood differently
Without memories
She is not the same
Each sunrise is new
What happened in the past
Is the past
To understand this
Is to let go of the ruin
And forgive


Never Nothing

hearing a minor commotion I turn around. father is berating the young boy about 6yo. the commotion keeps going and I’m not the only one noticing. same question being repeated. over and over and over. no response, none wanted. my heart begins to pound; intuition. recognising and fearing the worst. the boy raised by his wrists to where eyes meet then pushing him down with a thud. again the question. again raising the child. again pushing him down. womyn –  mother,  wife -stood there. head bowed saying and doing nothing. abuse must run in the family. I couldn’t take it any more. enough! car door slams. marching up to the wire fence. hands clenched. fury.

Oiy you! what the hell do you think you’re doing? you don’t treat a child like that!

voice projection worked well. he heard loud and clear. walking up to where I was he stood before me. with rail line and wire fence between us. he listens dutifully with hands clasped in front like a ‘good’ child; condescending bastard. all my energy used to calm my fury. reason. empathise, knowing how frustrating children can be. the need to detach from the situation and calm down. over and over it said. conversation becoming circular. can  do  no more. I go on my way. rest of the night wondering if the abuse continued. or got worse out of the public gaze. it’s always a concern whether speaking up is the right thing. the alternative is to do nothing. nothing is never acceptable. we have to give a shit. and he was challenged.



Submitting to the Glorious Inevitable


Poetry, in swinging arcs of painfully living life...

Reading Femme

Ramblings of a book loving Femme


A writer's journey leaning on her penmanship to make it to the top and avoid abyss


Cheap deapness. Drunk. Only.


A writing WordPress.com site

Elan Mudrow


thoughts and entanglements

A collective of poems and photos.

some woolgatherings

and everything is going to the beat

Modern British Studies Birmingham

Interdisciplinary research and public events on nineteenth and twentieth century Britain at the University of Birmingham

lindsay leigh bentley


Storytime with John

Pull up and listen...I've got a funny one for ya...

sheila sea

like thalassic velvet

Confessions Of A Poet

All that is me!


The Fun Writing Together


A Jersey boy returning to college to study web development and computer science, while transitioning from female to male, and getting by in the world as a barista.

5 pillars and 6 colours

Ramblings of a queer feminist Muslim...

Nottingham Women's Conference 2014

Actions, campaigns and what works for women