Challenge
Challenge Life is full of challenges If you are alive – why don’t you challenge life? Instead of trudging along the same old path as your long dead forefathers, complaining and grumbling, instead of overthrowing their unreasonable attitudes.
Rift
My Grandmother was anti-Semitic. It split my family in two. My Dad not good enough despite the torpedoes that sped his way on merchant ships. One time he went back to get his gloves but water parted them and all there was, was death and fire and oil. In the local pub a farmer sits […]
I’m not writing another word today
After being asked to do three hours at Neston Library I listened to stories, took lots of notes and in best longhand wrote six poems. My shoulder aches my fingers ache – enough of dogs and kittens and bins and a group of mature movers for one day.
Offerings
Offerings (aka Obsession Part 2) Black plastic pouches festooned along hedges, lower branches of trees, fences and railings. Religiously filled in expectation of grace. Glowing in sunshine, gleaming in moonlight, glinting in rain, glistening in frost. Exuding an odour of purest sanctity. Offered up by devotees of the dog god.
Day 8
Gripes: Time for some social comment/complaint. Yes, I know the news is (mostly) bad and you dread reading the newspapers or watching TV. Is it worse than 20 years ago or are we just getting older and less secure? Here a piece by Gina Myers: www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/250410 Gripes.