Free and broken

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with Shannon

I was a slave to my family
when I ran away
I felt free like a bird
I wanted to soar

at five years old
I chose that life
that’s when I found
my homelessness

I had love for these people
I met on the street
all I knew was how to survive
and help the others

I learned a lot of things
things I don’t want to talk about
things I’m not proud of
but that’s how it was

the street was home back then
but it broke a lot in me
I am broken
by my homelessness

my emotions and my life
are not the fault of others
but the homelessness inside me
is very, very deep

whoever hears these things
open your heart to see
what is needed
and what can be changed


Poem mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies.
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photo by nate on Flickr cc by-nc-nd 2.0

Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness
Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness

Set in concrete

Homeless people's belongings, Croatia. Photo Kornelijle Sajler
Homeless people’s belongings, Croatia

with Verne

just because I’m scruffy
and smell sometimes
doesn’t mean my DNA
is not human

I ran away from boarding school
mattress on the floor
cockroaches and mice
a huge gambling problem

lots of drugs
lots of alcohol
I am apprehensive
about smiling

people yell at me
assumptions set in concrete
there’s very little future
unless magic happens


The poems in Voices with no home were mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies.
https://www.facebook.com/tehatangata/
Photograph Kornelijle Sajler cc by-sa 2.0

Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness
Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness

 

Part of the universe now

Homeless person sleeping in a doorway. Photo by Dan Dickinson
Homeless person sleeping in a doorway, Talahassee. Photo by Dan Dickinson, Flickr

with Robert

Nobody was at home
I was very, very hungry
I became very quiet
I was an angry, quiet kid

The pound is a concrete cell
I used to think, I’m here forever
I was frightened, really frightened
I became a little puppet

I’ve been sober eighteen years
I’ve been clean twelve years
From that, I get a life
I’m part of the universe now


Voices with no home: poems mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies.

Photograph Dan Dickinson cc by 2.0

Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness
Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness

Thesaurus 355

Thesaurus 1982 edition with glasses, Time Timer, paperweight and three owls
Roget’s Thesaurus 1982 edition still in use

from bubble to cloud
from surf to souffle
to fermentation and fizz

in the sea on a screen
on a plate in the sky
in bottle and brain

this froth has kissed me well
and will do still
when lather turns to mist
——–

poem & pic rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0
A good thesaurus does not simplify the hunt for a word: the hunt is an experience in itself, complicating, elaborating, elevating and mocking your earnest wish to get it right.
Daily prompt for The Daily Post, 9 Feb 2018: Simplify

Follow

 

goodwife

follow
the Way of the Wife
the sermon on the tea-towel

——
When I read these instructions on how to be a good wife, I’m bewildered. Somewhere, sometime, a woman wrote these words, that’s not in doubt. But did she write it for the money, knowing there was profit to be made from self-improvement books even a century ago, or was she slyly and cynically undermining her lord and master?


Pic and poem by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0
Daily prompt from the Daily Post, https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bewildered/