- How to be a feminist poet 1. Be a feminist 2. Write a poem Not as simple as that No ...Continue reading...
- Confusion Dear Uncle Carl, I have a few questions for you, if you would be so kind, if you wouldn’t mind, if you’ve got the time If my configurations of self all got together could they beat my internal objects at cricket or ping pong? ...Continue reading...
- The Devil Slakes His Thirst The devil dons his mask and casts our children from the land ...Continue reading...
- Not My Child Not my child Laying limp in the sand Face down in the sea ...Continue reading...
- Lines written in appreciation of Lord David Anthony Freud, Baron of Eastry Ma breeks are bauchled.
Ma sheen are shauchled.
Ah've no food ava in ma hoose ti eat.
...Continue reading... - Wake up, my son A father, his pain, a dead child in his arms
A face, then a blank empty space at the back
Blood on that face then a hollow concave lack
...Continue reading... - Mourning Colours Why stop the clocks?
When time itself stands dead.
Far better halt the fallow lie
of sunlight. Cull all green.
Staunch the bright pulsing flow of red.
...Continue reading... - Mr. Kurtzke’s Scale Zero: how does it feel to be a zero? You see I forgot.
I knew it once, but time marches on, and I do not.
One, two, three, four, five, I skipped them all
and landed hard on five point five, not my first or only fall.
...Continue reading... - I Won’t Stand For This I will not stand
I will not stand before you
I do not stand
I am bound to this chair, by the unseen wires
...Continue reading... - This Scar This scar is not of the physical kind.
Neither can it heal, nor can it bind.
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