Monthly Archives: July 2013

ON THE PASSING OF ‘MARRIAGE EQUALITY’

We won’t be silenced. There’s a case for tact, more for ignoring it. They’ll say ‘not yet’ tell us to wait, be sure they’ll not forget. The laws they are proposing are just packed with such good things, although they … Continue reading

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THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 11

You do the things that only you can do, be useful, kind in unexpected ways to sisters and to comrades. When malaise creeps over you, accept it’s like the flu you are allowed to spend a few days sick a … Continue reading

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THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 10

It’s almost sexual, that sort of rush. A meeting listens to you. Feel their hearts your hand upon their strings. That’s how it starts. You get addicted to that breathy hush in meetings when you speak. Like good cocaine it … Continue reading

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THE POET IN HER SIXTY FIFTH YEAR

I count my years. Like coins that I would spend. And neither hoard nor waste. My drooping purse like ageing flesh goes slowly bad to worse Yet nothing seems quite ready for the end. Most days are bright as stones. … Continue reading

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THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 9

So many fights we can’t afford to lose so fight we must. With blood upon our hands perhaps. Important each one understands it is the fight, but not the blood, we choose. Fight that’s our dialectic changed to will we … Continue reading

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ON THE NAMING OF AN ASTEROID AFTER IAIN BANKS

Stone through and through, it turns around the sun every four years or so. It never had a name before, and, named, it still goes round the same unaltered. But our gazing has begun. We do not pray. He would … Continue reading

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The Other Flash Poem from Eastercon

Murder at the Convention The guest of honour blew up on the stage quite silently. Emerald flames that smelled of parsley burst. A centaur’s sex call belled over the intercom. A sudden rage caused bloodshed in the artroom. Canvas tore … Continue reading

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