Monthly Archives: February 2015

A protest poem not about sex and gender

BRITISH MILITARY ADVISERS HAVE BEEN SENT TO UKRAINE Boots in the mud. Sweet smell that catches sour back of the throat. There was a churchyard here headstones bulldozed to rubble. And now we’re back in the mire again. Assassin hour … Continue reading

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A Friend is Grieving Today

FOR DEBS They’re always gone, the ones who go away. The missing tooth that always catches crumbs. Each year the midnight of their absence comes Looms like a shroud and hangs about all day. Grinning each tooth a scythe that … Continue reading

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Sometimes someone says something and I have a poem

FOR THE 107TH BIRTHDAY OF WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN I think you’d hate my work. You sat for hours alone with coffee or perhaps with tea. Grumpy face frowning, maybe not at me for watching. And we should have brought you … Continue reading

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It’s been a hard week and something has come loose

PROPHET Shatter their idols. Melt the goddess down to coinage – you have hungry troops to pay. Sober and starving on a sacred day men’s love is dearer to you than a crown. But not as dear as knowing whom … Continue reading

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Another

ELBOWED Two unfair goddesses both smile and frown perhaps a third. Love spins Fortuna’s wheel. Kiss arrows wound my heart. I’m quick to heal surprisingly. The scales jerk up then down heart stutters, jumps, gets faster than is still. Somewhere … Continue reading

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New poem

PROGENITOR The red black dance of fire. Upon the wall shadows and shapes. A small child’s tooth-pierced cry. Thunderstonefall outside. You know you’ll die quite soon, hunger, or beast horn, or a fall of snow in which you lose the … Continue reading

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Inflammatory

PARABLE An enemy has punched my face ten times. My lip is bleeding, loose teeth, damaged gums. I start to hit back, then a dear friend comes And holds me back from punishing their crimes. ‘Don’t go down to their … Continue reading

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