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Poems about rage, motherhood, politics, grief, awakening and the refusal to be quiet. New work posted as it happens. Read, share, feel something.

Poetry With Shaking Hands Poetry With Shaking Hands

Because. We.

Because I am an English woman,
and I care what happens there.
Because what they do with women’s rights
ripples through the global air.
Because in the land of the free,
they’ve locked the clinic door…

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Poetry With Shaking Hands Poetry With Shaking Hands

164 Years

164 years ago
the world was quiet
horses on cobbles
candles in windows
hands red from scrubbing linen…

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