2015 POETRY SLAM WINNER

' I am not a poet. This is not a poem.

I have no gift to tell what joy is, what despair, what grief, what ecstasy, what a sunset might be or might look like...

What Love is,  I can never tell.

Nor can I sing of war slaughter hatred

Betrayals in the dark or murder in the streets.

I have no tongue to move you to action nor to tears.

No oratory to stir you. No imagery have I to transport you.

I can no longer,

in my sobbing heart,

for tortured flesh,

wrench meaning.

All I can speak of is the stillness and the peace, the interregnum between births, the silent womb that gives and forgives unendingly.

Which is how it births the All.

I am not a poet and this is not a poem.'