1 We are born continuously, from the womb of night into day. Shall every shape and sound secure your welcome? Yes, it will. The building hums its ventilation, monitors and roof lights can show enough to know enough. Delight and Disappointment, equally important, shall satisfy emotional security. 2 The skin!, these bodies!, tight and loose,…
Month: January 2017
Unemployed artist
I’m redundant Woman can reproduced themselves, with a few simple tools found in any supermarket. Or just made up, there’s no stopping this, it can happen anyway Men are seed carriers, we have become biological slaves, the way woman were, the way we helped to keep them for so long, woman now rise like the…
My Poetic Hat
My Poetic Hat The Muse who once oiled my poetic way and with her seditious match lit my fuse, who graced my couch, and pressed beside me lay licking my mind with words of florid hues, has with one flick of her Medusa hair cast to perdition my most urgent needs. I grope for her…
Cowboy Days
Flecks of foam In the threshing dust; Blazing eyes rolled Back This calf will not hear The wild cheer. All it knows, now Is that it is caught In its writhing; That its neck is gone; That its last sight Is a cow-hide boot
He came to me in a storm this young boy So beautious and bold He unravelled the layers I created Undid the bows as he was sold…
A Poem for Jamie
We are women We are strong We are survivors Like Warrior Goddesses we carry our shields and wield our swords No-one can penetrate us We are soul sisters We are together We are true blood Like mythic mermaids we shake our tails and lure our sailors No-one can break us We are soul sisters We…
A Postcard from the edge
I sent you a message today from the inside of my heart I hope you could read it cos it came from the edge Like a postcard not posted not printed nor said It came from my heart so simply it read…. I miss you I love you I wish you were here No-one can…
Jack’s Hit
I sleep in the lounge/kitchen because the bedroom is storeroom for paintings, frames partitioning emptiness, and primed surfaces waiting spectral scratches of art. Forty years upright, unused of it dual purpose, my bed is a fold out couch. It stays open in the lounge, incompletely flat. It is like sleeping on an open book in…
13th floor elevator
…she’s there – in some form, up on the high deck of a bus I never saw til now the Redness how intense the flavour of it is, gardens! weave between the jasmine and the flower; shade, white shadow waive wave air-thin nothingness, the spider strings of Shostakovich – …
Up The Valley
You do not see the cold in the clear typed print, Hear its crack underfoot or see the flared nostrils of sheep frozen to the ground. It is there in a neat slip: wages, for month, seven pound a week and found in cottage. A photo, too: a thin man with a stick and a…
Nervum Tibulum
Diabolical twitch in the darkness; singer in the light. I’ve come to winking at the fly, its odd caress and back of a turbulent sea; and whistling over wings of a wet gnat. At day I load my beanbag with the cat and another three yak of what they…
Nocturnal Tenants
Fire, Smoke, Sacrifice, Termination, Truth, Expected, Apathy, Hunches, Unanswerable, Dissatisfied, None, Home-runs, Nocturnal tenants, Discovery without facts, Embers, Ashes, Replacements, Manageable, Tin, Soldiers, Barracks, Comrades, All roads lead to Rome. Nocturnal tenants inhabit the glass ceilings underneath we follow the paths mapped for us at birth. Sometimes discovery without facts, our lives manifest it’s direction…