Fathers’ Day*

My dad was a remarkable man who lived below the radar, Keen not to court attention lest people thought him bizarre, Judging, as is folks’s wont, his countenance and not his grace: The colour of his skin, not the man behind the face. He told us stories when we asked about the life he’d led […]

Cat, Smarter*

Given the male passion for sports That mostly involve a ball. I’m wondering, is there any point In trying to compete at all? The weekend days all earmarked Before next season’s even embarked, Leaving me free to do what I choose (Whether they win or whether they lose) -He never asks so I don’t have […]

Faith, Hope and Parity*

Sometimes There are things I want to say If I only had the faith to pray. If only I could find the grace To surrender to that spiritual place Inhabited by so many I know. For me, right now, it shan’t be so, For reasons I cannot explain. As much as I feel emotional pain […]

The Ghosts of Christmas-Not-Far-Off

There’s frequent conjecture On the urban spectre Of the city’s rough sleepers, Ever-present Loose-Change Reapers, Sitting on pavements passing the time While the rest of the populous goes rushing by Getting themselves into quite a palaver, With sooo much shopping always to gather. It’s Christmas, soon, let’s not forget(!), Seasoned consumers starting to fret, Ploughing […]

Sports Widow

I wonder, Do you remember me? I’m the one you rarely see, Sitting somewhere quite close-by Quietly, pointlessly, wondering why I’ve allowed myself to get stuck like this In a weekend of Sports-Fan-Takes-The P*ss, A game of circular repetition That leaves me in the fall-back position Of shaping what little free time I’ve earned According […]

Crossing Continents*

I am woman Don’t you know-* Because they hardly ever show The plight of my kind across the world. We are rarely headline news, More decorative, to amuse, And all too frequently referred to As ‘girls’… Though before I start lamenting, I’d rather set about preventing Any self-diminution we impose. Have we done this to […]

Incidental Learning*

Sometimes I sits and thinks And sometimes, I just sits.* Wondering in anything Will ever come of it. The space inside my head, a tangled ball of string One end attached to reality And the other, well, to nothing… A gangling, dangling thread A little frayed at the end From twiddling and fiddling And all […]