Worlds bell

Here we were,fifty-six women trying to reacha termination on how we want our duek pakat inong to be.

Here we were,on the fourth floorof this dank hotel,musty, fusty and rankreminding us so of tsunami overtones and Death.Yet we plough on to talk about post-tsunami acts and Hope.

What would happen, the poet asked, if women told the truth about their lives?

The world will split open.

Lines from a poem by Kathe Kollwitz

Matri-Line

Theres a dark