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A Strange Repetition
I have been here before,
and yet it is a strange repetition:
this not going out;
this hording of food and handwash.
And then there are some familiar foes.
No use insisting on social distancing,
I am already caught betwixt twin sisters:
Vigilance and Anxiety.
Spanish Flu? Or Swine Flu?
Please, God, not Ebola?
No, none of the above.
This pandemic provision,
c...
Monday 12th October 2020 11:04 am
Burn
I’m not a pyromaniac, but my emotions are like a fire.
Not dealing with past trauma because I don’t have what that would require.
So when I find myself alone and fighting the darkness in my head,
I end up saying so many things I wish were never said.
And as I look around at all the bridges that I’ve burned,
I know that by now, I really should have learned.
And as the smoke clears and my la...
Saturday 28th September 2019 3:29 pm
My Mum's Lover
A house,
a staircase
it was an accident
you hit me
with your words
it's my home I say
but you don’t care
you have come in
again
soon you will leave
but not me, her
I find my bedroom
solace and silence
the smallness of me
you have come again
I do not want you
you are not mine, hers
you smother me,
press me into bedsheets
you smell of bull swe...
Saturday 19th January 2019 12:18 pm
The Green Gate
The green gate creaks.
Her socks one up - one down.
It squeaks as she swings.
She sings as it squeaks.
Happy for once as she plays.
The path is wrapped in lavender.
It always smells so nice.
Don't touch, she will know.
The pebbles fear to move,
Brave leaves sleep on the path.
Curler lady comes smiling, kind.
Her sweeping brush is old,
Maybe her m...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:21 pm
HOW LOW CAN YOU GET?
weak ankles took me to a clinic
in the nineteen fifties.
Mum worrying enough for us both
low chairs for kids
alice in wonderland
long stinking corridors
the grim reaper in white coat
sun shining through crittall windows
brave new world.
I couldn't speak for fear
they surrounded me like interrogators
that was the nineteen fifties
sixty years later
an oste...
Sunday 8th May 2016 9:24 pm
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