People soup

Porridge tastes better in the dawn As water drips off my wetsuit  a chorus of chatter, of laughs and faint screams  and make mine a chocolate and don’t hold the cream. the sun slowly lighting us up as it lifts  and time is so precious  So relish the gift  and soon we’ll return to real…

Peck

I was once told that there are two Types of folk in this world The ones who leave you safe and warm And those who leave you cold. Not cold as in, you just don’t care No, I mean chilled and hurt All life leached out because they drain Your joy by their salt words. …

Folding

Today I folded paper and My son dictated the design.  He chose my folds, the way I turned The paper, here then there.  I find the folding soothes the soul I love to concentrate To focus is to forget – i find It helps me lose the thread.  I like to let my mind unwind…

Supernova

The timeline is complicated But unforgivingly straight  Before the night We shine We burn I’m bright, I know I have letters to prove To me, at least. But Perhaps this fire this inner flash This drive these files this splash Are my last gasp My battle cry Before I start to fade. I’ll rage against…

Berlin face off 

I was standing on the pavement My fingers cold and stiff  The phone loose in my hand  It’s job done Directions good. I saw my goal Iconic and cool Lines clean against the cobalt rise And then a blue Familiar friend Caught my eye and As I bent Towards its light  I saw my life…

Rocking

I crashed and burned today,  my body just refusing  To move the way I wished it to, I stopped and pain ripped through. My friend appeared and so I asked For help. She did, of course. And so I glided home A passenger  all tucked in tight But weary to the bone. My partner saved…

Scan

How do you become a real poet? How do you get paid to write rhymes ? Do I quote intellectual- Would that be effectual? Or am I behind with the times. An agent? A slam night? Try open mic sessions… I’m serious  but there’s no exams like professions … Pay hundreds to study? Or will…

Sage words

How much farrow and ball does the world really need, When will we be too too tasteful? Will all the dives Become too gentrified, Will all that’s bright become hateful? The march of the neutral, the hoards of the taupe, The mouse ear, the off white, the bone.  The urban landscape will melt into one…

Flat

My cat lies so flat she presses the soft  the soft presses down  And somewhere the soft becomes hard  And shoves back out  And my hand pressing hard  spider steps  inch from me  tiny shapes  Such big shouts  scratched out here  Hard to hear  If you are near tho You can see through See me…

Archive

I sometimes catch myself at rest,  I see an older woman,  I’d like to say I see a dish  but I am only human.  I sag, i bag, my skin has folds,  I’m not sandblasted, taut.  I’m showing life upon my skin,  at times it has been fraught.  But this line here is from my…

Blog psychology

Blogs are demanding. They tap their watch and sigh deep. They wonder if you really love them. They feel cast aside, They can’t sleep. They just want to be loved – They are needy. They never assume they’re ok. Theres only one way to placate them: And that’s posting every day.

Anthropology three: world traveller

Now, did I remember my socks,  The ones that will save my life.  The ones that I went and bought specially.  With the elastic that cuts like a knife I know I shouldn’t be fretting,  The things won’t fit in my bag  but when you are a World traveler there’s more on your mind then…