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Something speaks from beyond
Something writhes alive
In each of us
Something pulls and breathes
Beyond our touch
They call it instinct
But it is magically distinct
And can lead, lead, lead
To something in your core
They call it power of the brain
But it’s so much more
It cannot be explained away
It cannot be spoken out of existence
They call it the mi...
Sunday 14th May 2023 11:03 pm
I’m sorry to disappoint you
That I can be too sweet and so weak
And yet I can be cold and cruel too
That I can completely snap to my core
And morph into a creature of different sorts
I’m sorry that I’m not white or black
Or of any matter
For that fact
I’m not anything
Not wholly whole
Has been my superpower...
Monday 8th May 2023 9:09 pm
You pulled me into your orbit
when I needed your help
and so, I made you my centre
to centre myself
That was my first mistake
I looked inside you
for places where I could hide
I hoped to run from reality
into the delusions of your mind
I was happy to believe you were one of a kind
chuffed upon chuffed that you were mine
and I felt adored
grateful to m...
Friday 28th April 2023 11:54 pm
Imagine being totally untethered
After feeling chain linked
I feel split
That part removed
That half is trying to renew
But it hurts
To grow scab over wound
Missing you is mourning you
Leaving you is still losing you
And I’m just as lost
As I made you
If it could be
I would make it be
Should I be chain linked again
I would make it good
Monday 27th March 2023 3:24 pm
The haunting of a broken tap: drip, drop
The thirst after the sun: drink, gulp
She never said a lot, gargling girl
Sliding in and out of my body
Helping me breathe, walk, talk
That was why I swam
It was water
Brought me alive floating out to No Man’s
Diving down to skim the sand
It was water
Wanted it, always had it, but could never catch it.
It was water
Tuesday 28th February 2023 7:17 pm
We go through life trying to fulfill
By feeling full
It’s easy to live in comfort and abundance
But maybe you drown,
And you just exist
Strip away luxury…
Could you be with just yourself,
And basic needs?
With only your thoughts for company?
Because we go through life trying to fulfill
By feeling full
We consume with our mouths
Pack, squeeze, cram...
Monday 6th February 2023 11:34 pm
I live in the spaces
Between leaving and arriving,
Jumping and landing,
Fearing and surviving.
(Clutching my duffel bag on the bus
To dreaded childhood swimming lessons.)
Half asleep, half awake.
Tests all done, results await.
Sweet honeyed pause before
The axe falls, the hospital calls.
Racing mind, facing blind panic, the reels that wind.
Wednesday 15th June 2022 4:30 am
So close yet so far
Six hours in the car
Miles and Miles
One day, we will be reunited
Saturday 29th January 2022 8:21 am
The boys in the street mend their cars.
A miniature garage, it seems.
I feel like crying, I feel so alone,
No-one to mourn me when I am gone.
No-one to miss me, no-one to care.
I pound at the walls, but no-one is there.
And if they are there, then no-one hears.
And if they hear, then no-one cares.
No-one to care, no-one to cry,
If I live, If I die.
The boys in the street are at it agai...
Saturday 27th March 2021 10:11 am
The desert is living in May,
Sipping joyously priceless water.
You are modest and shy in the day,
But at night you're Cairo's daughter.
Thread of camels against the sun -
Their saffron shadows melt...
You ask the same question, to stay or to run,
Every night as you put on your belt.
Your cymbals are black from the sweat,
The veil doesn't cover your face.
You're worshiping every sunset
Wednesday 17th February 2021 12:24 am
At first, they did not ask,
Because they thought
I could not speak.
I had birthday parties
Just like you, but
Something was missing.
I continued to chant
That I was not an orphan,
But it was no use.
Again, they did not ask,
Because they felt guilty
And it was too late.
I kept switching trains.
I felt half-blind,
I learned to smile...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 12:04 am
The first time
Is a pin prick
To feel yourself
You search your being
You are it:
Coursing through yourself
The second time
You search inside
Behind the corner shop
You find where he begins
But come back,
Stinking of rot
Void of thought
To feel what?
What are you searching for?
To begin ag...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 10:30 am
That phrase you love to say
It has become overdone, cliché
No, it’s not a phase
Years, not days
I will not change
Not this way or that way
Though I may grow,
I may expand in waves,
I will not change
To fit your phrase
I will only expand,
Expand in waves
Is that okay?
That I will stay?
That I won’t change?
That I can only expand,
Expand in waves?
Wednesday 23rd September 2020 3:06 pm
If a butterfly decided
that it wanted to be a caterpillar
that it regretted its metamorphosis
that it would trade its powdery winged symmetry
for a few more hours or days of blind gluttony
that it did not want to flutter gracefully
but to slowly gelatinously contract
along rough barked branch
to be more slug than swallow
more mundane ...
Saturday 27th July 2019 7:03 pm
the long-legged shadow woman
then suddenly stopped
to be dissolved in darkness
where she could peel away
her black stockings
to reveal and revel
in her naked invisibility
and dance without limitations
of time or dimension
dream beyond the flat surfaces
which so often held her form
to their inclination
desire the depth of rounded space
Friday 26th July 2019 6:21 am
Each mover, save one Renaissance man
Of fellow feeling, complained of the books
And the bookshelves to display them.
Why would anyone move these thousands
Of miles and from house to house when
They are so obviously rarely used?
But the bookshelves, fully loaded, serve a purpose:
For starters, they tell anyone curious enough to look
Where and how my intellectual development has unfolded...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 10:25 am
You ain’t one of us!
You don’t speak our language; you don’t accept our rites,
You love going to school, you’re never in fights,
You’re a fanny, a minge, a shame to the blood,
You don’t act or do what a gypsy lad should.
You ain’t one of us!
You love the gorja; you call them your friends,
The bairns of bobbies, where does your loyalty lie in the end?
You want to leave ...
Wednesday 6th March 2019 4:27 pm
What with all the omnishambles of Brexit, I got to thinking about what our national identity really is. When you think about it, we have some pretty bizarre national symbols, but ultimately what does it mean to be British / English, etc? See what you think of this...
Our national dish is curry, true,
Our Saint is George who dragons slew,
From Yorkshire field...
Thursday 18th October 2018 8:54 pm
When I wonder what's wrong
When I think whats going on
A Voice said 'this is what you did
Not much love exists to feed.
Tides will not change the future
Might just believe it, forever
Believed that the eyes I see
Truth in them will set me free.
Taking a huge dose of the drug
Never know what's beneath the rug
Chemical changes inside me
They will not let me be.
Let me be the free bird fl...
Sunday 15th July 2018 6:18 pm
What do have to offer. yourself
internal wisdom beneath the facia of my concious
the untenable barrier that holds the flesh together, but connot be devoured only boiled down
and essence consumed
waste not use it for what it is
extract its power
use the sinew to construct a rope
only useful in parity with what is beneath what is beneath useless witho...
Monday 5th February 2018 7:22 pm
Jellicle Cats with their three names
The I in which no one but "I" would know. A self inscribed name tag collar wrapped 'round in my keyboard cutthroat self inflicted mental recognition.
The Gay One?
The Stupid One?
Pollicle Dogs, with their bark BARK BARKING up and down t...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:02 pm
I am from the sun, the moon and all that lies between.
I am from the dark, the light and that which isn't seen.
I am from whence the wind blows and home is ever out of reach.
I am from the all lives I've touched and the lessons within.
I am love, I am fear, I am truth, I am sin.
I am where I belong, though I yearn to fit in.
I am mocked, I am scorned and all the persecu...
Monday 15th January 2018 6:19 pm
Life artefacts: the attributes of our world which
make us us. Which forge our understanding of what
and who we are. These artefacts hold power for
us. They resonate, they thrum with our reason to
be. If removed, struck away: we become bereft
of direction and belonging: we lose inner
essence-purpose. Lost in the world’s melange, perhaps
we’ll never again feel that deep mea...
Sunday 3rd December 2017 12:45 am
Phases. Transitory time patches
Grouped or characterised by a theme.
A shade, a colour, a tangible
And identifiable sameness.
Phase of fashion.
Reflecting an idea.
Perhaps marking self out as distinct.
Separating self from the others.
Friday 11th August 2017 4:53 pm
I breathe in, filling up my lungs with the cold, cold winter air. Hair the colour of ruby floating in the wind, the tears dripping down my face until they too float away. A piece of concrete crumbles away and falls, until I can no longer see it, swallowed up by the shadows, which have come a bit too close for comfort now. Threatening to swallow me too.
Instead I angle my face to the sun. So un...
Saturday 10th June 2017 12:32 am
We were like ‘yin and yang’,
‘Spick and Span’
- Hot pot, big pan -
slick and tanned!
The could we can -
sweet, sweet like marzipan!
The kind of love that makes you FAT,
that attracts the sniff sniffing rats.
- Rap! Trap! Rat! The blind bats! -
But I walked and you ran,
I was kicked like tin-can
then you thought you were tin-man,
cause you forgot your heart ...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 11:28 am
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
I don't know who I am.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know who we are.
Am I me?
Am I you?
Am I we, us, them?
Too many thoughts whirling in my mind.
Infections of madness consuming me.
I thought I knew who I was.
Thursday 7th April 2016 3:19 pm
I have a large knife in my hand
and I’m not afraid
to skin this mother
to sliver away at the
stiff upper lip of a
banish wrinkles, dents and prickly bits
and behold it
cleansed, stripped, unveiled
If you ask me again
I will plainly chop
the thing in two
while I wonder what I could be
This repast, the fourth of the day
mentally diarised between
broken blinds and...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 7:47 pm
A noun all alone in the white open space is at risk,
if it doesn't know its own definition or purpose.
Without knowing its identity, this noun may search for a verb.
Once it finds this verb, it may begin to become active.
After it is active, it may come to dwell upon passive.
Should this be the case, it may call itself just a subordinate clause.
Still without the sense of cause, ...
Saturday 22nd November 2014 9:23 pm
Painting by Jennifer Davis
Every river longs
To swell memory to ancestor size
And reclaim land that belonged to her
Old Woman River
Running naked in the sun
Carrying waste and toxins
Along with grief for dead things to a sea
Transporting esoteric knowledge
No one had a taste for
Unlike clockwork she forgets nothing
Though she sometimes wishes sh...
Friday 22nd March 2013 5:48 pm
Question 17 on the census form “is left intentionally blank.”
Pull the other one: there was a question there once.
Do you surreptitiously pick your nose
when you think no one is looking?
Do you have trouble sleeping /
get up in the night at all hours,
worrying about things left undone,
or things you did, and shouldn’t have?
Are you happy in your job/ ...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 10:04 am
And I would breathe life
into those lips that once kissed,
colour to the face that smiled,
bathe those sightless eyes with tears,
hydrate the ravaged corners of your mind
And if the drip of all my anguish left you still,
empty shell of all you were, no more
I would care for you in death
just as I cared for you before,
gently thread your hair with tender...
Monday 8th November 2010 11:10 pm