Inevitability

Ability. Determinedly inviting. And, yet, fragile. Its being-ness, being predetermined; with its destination, being – anything but, what some might term – inevit able.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 31st, 2021 Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay  

Looking At Where I Am

A poem inspired by Boris Johnsons Brexit negotiations, as reported by, BBC2 Newsnight, 10 December 2020. Looking at where I am, I find myself at a dinner table, in Brussels, and devoid of the anticipated fish dinner, feeling downbeat, hungry, full of regrets and with just three weeks to go before my people, The British,Continue reading “Looking At Where I Am”

Lockdown Dance

Lockdown Dance Lonely in lockdown I keep company with the colours of the many versions of myself, all of them, dancing, wriggling, moving and shifting, adjusting to a new idea of what it is to be alive and thriving a life-force, freeing themselves up from the conventions of what it once was to be constrained,Continue reading “Lockdown Dance”

Scrunch

Scrunch Disgust. Scrunch. Wrinkle. A mistake, a mere typo, a masterpiece, rejected by its author, scrunched up tight and thrown at Unwashed hair, with frizzy ends and greasy roots, scrunched up into a top-knot to A scrunched up nose, wrinkled, its wearer`s disgust disguised by And all of it with no need for any ofContinue reading “Scrunch”