who wants the teenage girl
sitting on her rustled bedsheets.
stained tshirt, stained tear tracks.
smiling, cooing and ooing at the people on the tv.
blushing when he kisses the girl she wants to be.
or when she sits alone in the cinema, grinning.
toothy smiles, outrageous laughs
too loud even for the rest.
seeing the best film in the world.
then another best film in the world.
Saturday 28th May 2022 10:34 pm
love feels like cold jealousy.
sitting across from one another.
the table could be worlds and oceans.
i sting with furious stomach churning envy.
snakes and beetles scurrying between my legs.
closed and rotten now i know what i do.
she is so much younger than i,
the times my time was always first,
no longer exists.
she broke a cycle as old as i, and therefor
as old as my time.
Saturday 28th May 2022 10:30 pm
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
imagine 6 kids
walking hand in hand
two by two
We sing out loud
'Step on a crack,
break your mother's back'.
We joy fully avoid
still hand in hand
the pavement cracks.
Ma turns and says
'You all shut up'
and we do.
Wednesday 14th August 2019 4:21 pm
I was born in nineteen forty four
When black and white films were the norm
And the black and white bloody world war
Was in the last bloody phase of its storm.
But what does a babe know of such things?
A mother's breast is all that it cares.
Her steady gaze to bask in,
Her voice to soothe its tears.
As child I saw the bomb torn sites,...
Wednesday 5th June 2019 9:55 am
Grey bin days
Loose-fitting metal lids
Carried back- breakingly
To the monstrous wagon
Limping it’s way
Around the close
Like a club-footed relic
Behind the chipped
Leaded glass of number thirteen
A terrible gargoylian face
Pressed up close
Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 8:00 pm
Who knew such joy before they were born
Who knew the joy they'd bring
As an only child no knowledge of this sibling thing
But life with my two boys became my greatest experience
Brought me endless days of pure joy
They're so close, so different, so very much alike, the very best of friends
My best times ever are when we're all together
Just sitting, eating and chatting, natu...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 7:36 pm
What mistake can you make that I haven't already?
Your horizon's my pleasure to roll back.
Wonder at my knowledge.
And I show you.
You step solid here.
Lean on this.
I see you.
Know you ask th...
Thursday 11th May 2017 8:50 pm
In Formby it never ever rains
Playground all summer long my early days
Playtime was forever then and there
Crowded caravan crammed with joy
Quick splash of water on the face
Dressing quickly, combed through hair
Breakfast rushed on happy faces
Checking windows for neighbour friends
Are they up, are they ready
And off we charge into seaside light
Yesterday's plans r...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 6:31 pm
We are not a metaphor.
Although, we have met before
I was a shy girl with bright blue eyes and you were a brown haired boy who played guitar on the bus
We grew up and grew together, inseparable
Unaware of what to call what we were, what we had
This was back when childhood was innocent and we still weren't sure how to kiss
Lips, mouths, necks, hands
We figured t...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 9:27 pm
The music begins again.
You wallflowers who came
with the dance in mind
and empty hands to hold—
skulking along the fringe,
afraid to join in,
but more afraid to leave.
You wither at her gaze,
hoping, not hoping
she is looking at you;
Would it mean more?
A joke, a fluke, a trick,
or perhaps a friend—
If you don’t see
will she leave?
shaking and jiv...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:52 pm
A colouring book becomes Facebook.
A tweet isn’t the sound from a bird.
Mobile devices hold us hostage
to high definition
when ambitions are blurred.
Light up trainers become stilettos
that shush insecurities
and tightly crush toes
,flashing in the strobe lights
of newly found adventure,
that makes us drunk on
possibilities and hope.
But dazzled by choice,
dazed by possibility,
Monday 29th August 2016 2:45 pm
Tuesday 5th July 2016 11:28 pm
I want to be alone,
but only within my family.
I want to to teach you
but only with him too.
I want to help myself
but only if you help me.
I want to be confident
but only if you are there.
I want to be creative
but only if you allow me.
I want to be a parent
but only if I’m parented.
I want to be an adult
but only if I can be a child.
I want to feel emotions
but only if you hold me...
Thursday 3rd December 2015 3:26 pm