He stomped into the small lounge
and dropped his school kit on the floor
beside the tutoring table.
He eyed the lace doily
snack glass of apple juice
silver muffin wrapper glinting
with multicoloured SKITTLES.
Without a word he sat
took a sip of juice and licked his lips
toyed with choosing the best candy for first
burst of pre-lesson flavour....
Wednesday 11th December 2013 12:39 pm
There was a young lady so thorough
She thought about Death without sorrow
As she dashed to and fro.
“It is pure ‘Touch and Go’
That I will be Silenced tomorrow.”
She never put skulls on her table,
Or her buttons, yet she was able
(As she dashed to and fro)
To accept: Touch and Go’
Is the Fate of all L...
Wednesday 6th November 2013 12:28 pm
I feather into sleep
wooing my mind’s machinery
to cease its incessant whir.
I winnow down
to that senseless plunge
over the abyss
With my dying breath
the sea of sleep
of other consciousness
the endless brain
free to navigate hidden channels
lacunas of slippery Truth.
Friday 1st November 2013 11:30 am
the kettle sings loudly
and clicks off
water ready to make a brew
delivered thoughtfully and sincerely
into the lounge
to the table in front of the TV
with a smile
back to the kitchen
jetting into clenched hands
face jammed against the cold sink
gut screaming –
What songs there were to sing!
Plays to act!
Students to tea...
Friday 18th October 2013 11:31 am
No longer do we slice, strangle
bludgeon or burn victims
upon our godly altars
live offerings for appeasement or power.
Death for personal gain.
Yet behind intimate walls
with calculated cruelty
we sacrifice child, partner, parent
upon slabs of self-interest.
Not much different -
‘Death for personal gain.’
Monday 16th September 2013 1:01 pm
At the table in the corner of her office the dregs of Bordeaux cast
ruby glints through crystal glasses. Crisp strawberries glow wetly in
sugar snow; body-odoured brie melts on its marble slab. Nervously she
fiddles with her knife. Glancing up to his mocking eyes the offer of
dessert shrivels on her tongue. She moves to the sunny window and
peers down at the bus...
Wednesday 17th July 2013 11:30 am
I don't how how much response you finally got from the 52 Hertz 'competition'. I wasn't able to find the time needed to read so many entries and to be even reasonably fair to each poem. But it is the second point that is really my problem: I hate 'judging' other people's work. I thought your topic idea was brilliant, and I enjoyed all the different interpretations very much. For...
Monday 8th July 2013 11:13 am
She is so tired - almost lethargic
Drugged by wet heat and sweet oil.
If she succumbs, sinks down deep
Into scented foam, will her nerves react
As water slips up her nose?
Does she have a safety system to shock her awake?
Smoke sifts insidiously into the lungs.
She is afraid – she – who spears cold surf
Slicing into elemental thrust laughin...
Tuesday 11th June 2013 12:58 pm
on the please-come-in door
a bright brass knocker
and stained glass birds
rainbows on the walls
when the sun casts through
a dark scrolled shelf
hangs high in the hall
gleaming with candlesticks
cats dogs monkeys
and a clear glass train
full of coloured candy beads
glowing like jewels
up the stairs to bedtime
Saturday 27th April 2013 12:39 pm
Is it possible to think
let alone write
Or is my every thought
from other minds?
When I hear
with the exactly right word
that I had garnered
from my own head
It’s a conundrum
and I have to laugh
Friday 19th April 2013 7:54 pm
I'm privileged to be a guest with WOL at Waterside in SALE on Tuesday, April 16. Many WOLers have asked for a 'heads up' on my own turf since I don't get to other venues very often. It would be great to meet even more 'internet friends'. Sale is really terrific under the baton of Rod Tame.
Saturday 13th April 2013 3:44 pm
WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE BLOG 'UNIT'! THREE COPIES OF EVERYTHING, AT LEAST.
Monday 18th February 2013 8:56 pm
It’s too easy
Where’s the glamour
the campy swagger
scarves flying hips jiving?
Where the sweet sweat of secrecy
that adrenalin rush
high edgy intoxicating
the homosexual brotherhood
Where is my youth?
Sunday 17th February 2013 5:02 pm
And thought to find in the dawn’s smoky gloom
But when she touched his damp cheek
He asked, ‘Are we still in our roles?’
His shuddering breath betrayed
The cold question.
‘Yes,’ she answered kindly, ‘we are.’
But ... Oh … Oh!
The light was cruel.
Friday 25th January 2013 3:21 pm