Iri Ani The Witch's Blog

truths...

...inside every woman is a scribe wanting to/ set the record straight...

...in rooms and cells up and down the country women/ whose throats are dry, who are unable any longer/ to speak, pen notes to themselves they tell tales./ and in the night, in the deep part of the black/ night the women come and go, doing a soft shoe/ shuffle, walking down valium alley heads bent/ and penitent, keeping an eye out for angels and/ the night nurse riding his charger, and in the/ night when the corridors sting with silence they/ come and go lulling each other, eyes zipped wide,/ they go in file down librium mile and back...

...and in one-roomed flats and beazley homes they/ sit in locked lavatories scribbling fast in time/ to children, they write poems on tables littered/ with crumbs and jam to the beat of the AM band./ they record the songs of all the women in the/ world./ each one an image of her sister...

...this text is edited from a poem by nz poet and broadcaster mike minehan (1990)

of course, now we blog./ arohanui./