The way I amMy body is hollowyour voiceechoes, painfully bouncingoff ribs and sinews.I am here and far away,A wisp of memoryLiving in this moment.My body is hollow.Your lightshines, endlessly, aimlessly.Absored by the darkness.The density of spaceIs crushing me from within.A shell of my former self,a barnacle grown fatcarried on the sort of tides that don’tContinue reading “On hollowness”
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Origins
Today I participated in an online conference focused on advancing workplace diversity, equity and inclusion. The speakers ranged from academics, advocates, business and public sector leaders, and innovators. And there’ll be more again tomorrow. Many of the speakers had a lived experience of being disadvantaged because of the labels that get attached to them. LabelsContinue reading “Origins”
Angele Toomey Poetry 