Boredom and Disorder*

Lord, I am bored With this six week summer vacation An open-ended stretch of weeks With way more troughs than actual peeks, What with everyone else I know Having jobs where they choose when not to go: A day off here, a morning there, At times of rest when in need of self-care. Reaping the […]

Storage Solutions*

I have a place of storage That’s frankly an utter disgrace, Safe in the knowledge That everything is securely in its place… No archive files or fancy chest Or cabinets to curtail my mess, No costly items of furniture To enhance my paper architecture. Simpler and more foolproof than that A modest structure, still reasonably […]

Not Filing But Drowning

If a tidy desk means a tidy mind, What’s the corollary for one who can’t find *Anything* In an administrative mire Passively geologically acquired? The urge to be orderly just not in my genes, As anyone who’s witnessed my mess will have seen, The business of filing just not in my gift Causing the frequent […]

The Inheritance of Mess

Is it wrong as a post-modern woman To find joy in the business of housework…? It’s not that I’m an obsessive: In fact, I’m inclined to shirk, Believing strictly in Need-To-Purge Rather than a regular, ritual, urge And secretly liking my nest of a mess Where all I need can quietly rest, Safe in the […]

Personal Geology

Domestic excavation is a challenge for my soul, The well-dispersed constituent parts contingent of the whole Reflecting my endeavours, pursuits of creativity, And spread about my living space with casual alacrity… My capacity for untidiness continues to exceed As though signifying some underlying pathological need As yet to be defined in print, a detailed diagnosis, […]

The Third Dimension*

“D-I-Why??” I hear myself cry As I wrestle the flat-pack In systematic attack, Opening the packaging, Unavoidably ravaging Nails, skin, good will and general environment (When I said ‘DIY’, that’s exactly what I meant…) Several hours later, Feeling somewhat aggrieved, I take a step back to see what I’ve achieved: A fabulous assembly of struts […]

Commuter Beauty*

Face-painting* on moving public transport… Skills widely acquired but rarely taught. A female form of self-defence That to onlookers Can seem rather intense But fascinating to observe, As fellow commuters hold their nerve… There’s need for very steady hands And confidence in ones fellow man Not to peer too curiously As dust and glitter and […]