Pointing the Finger*

The postmodern pencil grip Sees me wince with discomfort As though to simply hand-write Is a Herculean effort… The way young hands and fingers contort With the pain of all their internet sport: Thumbs the dominant digits these days, Depending, I suppose, on the games they play. Gone, the Hopscotch, Jacks and Five-Stones, Replaced by […]

Man Up*

Goldie Loxx was a thoughtful boy, Imbued with inevitable folk-tale joy. At least, in readers’ imagination… For his domestic situation Was less than fair or desirable: More, tragically derisable… Every female living there Obsessed with frocks, heels, nails and hair, Leaving all domestic chores And other tasks that they abhorred To Goldie, his time fully […]

Manpower*

Give a man a problem and leave him to solve it. Give him a dispute and hope he’ll resolve it. Give a man book and teach him to read Give him opportunity and help him achieve. Give him a computer and leave him to play, Finding out all sorts of things to feed his idle […]

Viva Voce*

Speak and ye shall be spoken to. Stay silent and not be heard. The art of the science of communication Sometimes fickle, sometimes absurd, Especially when the need is there To check things out and simply compare: To test the waters, see how things lay Betwixt the worlds of work and play; Each and every […]

The Mythology of Technology*

They gave me a laptop and bade me, ‘Type!’ It’s really only now I reflect on the hype: The status of technology Supposedly empowering me Missing fundamentally The point. To write by hand May be not so grand, All higgledy-piggle With the strokes and wiggles, Crossings out and spelling mistakes But [expletive deleted] it’s the […]

Annelidical*

Sometimes I just want to be a b*st**d!! Say my piece and come down hard On petty minded isolates (Small-P political delegates) And anyone with a point of view That even an earthworm would eschew, Peaceful and diligent as s/he is 1 In getting about her daily business, Offering a further metaphor For processing all we may […]

Hope…*

Imagine there’s a heaven: A place disposed to all, Irrespective of each calling, Each epiphany, each fall. The ways we tear ourselves apart By race, by colour, creed- Yet when the cuts run deep How differently do we bleed? How are you by faith defined -By garments, virtue, open mind? By doctrine or by dogmatism […]