Baggy the Bard #20: All-day Bravery Buffet

All-day Bravery Buffet Bravery is in my bones, passed down from those before me. I whip it up, a made-to-order marrow-meal and carve it while you wait, served by-the-morsel. Would it make more sense if I had reservations? Maybe. Still, say what you want about my bravery. No, it may not be gourmet and yes,… Continue reading Baggy the Bard #20: All-day Bravery Buffet

Baggy the Bard #19: Wet/Dry

Dry my wet cheeks with a piece of dry cloth or dry tissue or paper or anything but your own wet eyes - you wept adding more to the wet - now it's me that must dry for you and now this cloth is much too saturated to soak us both up, so we wring… Continue reading Baggy the Bard #19: Wet/Dry

Baggy the Bard #18 – The Making of Me: amateur gut interpreter

Below, as promised, is the third poem that I wrote during one of Rupi Kaur's Instagram Live workshops over lockdown. Rupi provided us with the title for this one ("The Making of Me") to which I've added a subheading that I feel fits mine - "Amateur gut interpreter". The prompts for this one were all… Continue reading Baggy the Bard #18 – The Making of Me: amateur gut interpreter

Baggy the Bard #15: Quarantine for keeps

Another one of the poems that came out of the #writewithrupi workshop that I did recently was this poem about our time in quarantine and what I want to take away from it. Things that being in lockdown has helped me discover for and about myself. As we are already in Day 4 of Level… Continue reading Baggy the Bard #15: Quarantine for keeps