they didn’t tell the new mom

how did they miss

to tell her this one thing

that the distance between

her child bearing hips

would qualify as the abyss

of relentless accusations

of letting herself go and be

as undesirable as they claim she is

they’ve should sent honest speech

in tones unhidden

without codes and secrets

that the stretch of her bosom

that nurtures and feeds

would be a mat to wipe off jokes

about how undesirable they are to see

they should’ve said in simple terms

that this body of hers

in its shifts to accommodate

these gestational miracles

would be a playground of derisions

perhaps they should’ve clarified

that to tear the stitches of her back

to loosen her bones

to retch and heave

would be so offensive

then maybe she’d have

left it all untouched, unused

then all these bastards

with their louds mouths

wouldn’t have been born

in the first place

Lovers

There are lovers whose arms are

Mornings coated with gay songs,

The splendour of laughing colours,

Toasted slices clad in melting butters,

Trays crowded with cakes and creams

Extra sugars drowning in teacups,

Scents from the pores of blushing roses,

Glowing leaves of pregnant trees,

And pleasures riding the back of a fresh breeze.

Then other lovers, whose arms are

The shortest days and longest nights,

And foggy windows blurring the obvious.

Hands wearing gloves of the kind of frost

Too thick to rub the skin of a desperate lover,

Veins choking with solid rivers,

That never reach icy seas of a numb breast.

Mouths full of blizzards stuck between the teeth

Shivering kisses from the cracks of frigid lips.

There’s a snowstorm blasting through the door,

Lend a coat for my poor heart,

My lover must be home.

A Taste of Nietzsche’s Last Work

A glimpse into the work of one of the most acclaimed influencers of modern thinking.

Why I Am So Clever

This short and easy-to-digest booklet is part of Penguin’s Little Black Classics series, and is taken from Nietzsche’s Ecce Homo. The German philosopher and cultural critic wrote it before losing control of his mental faculties. He spent the last ten years or so of his life with his mental health waning.  

Nietzsche wrote work that would go on to have a great influence on philosophy and the arts. In Why I Am So Clever he analyses and criticizes his own work and achievements. Aware of his accomplishments, Nietzsche praises but also mocks himself.

If you are new to his work then this 64-pages long book is a good introduction. It gives you a feel of what his work is about; his views and criticism of morality and religion.