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  • Anthropology 1 : SAHM

    Anthropology 1 : SAHM

    I am a member of a tribe, a group, a pack, a flock.  We move together, twice a day Split shifts, there and back.  And in between we cook and clean And keep our houses neat And then to kill the time to three We might go sweep the street.  Not meet, For coffee, Oh…

  • Wired

    Wired

    Sometimes I am inside a bubble but You can’t touch me. Or feel.  I’m behind a screen of complex clarity. Mouthing.  The momentum of belief, of conviction, lost Disappated by routine and torpor Diluted by that last glass So seemingly vital then.  Shutting down is easy and I am so still. So still.  Wake me…

  • Arnold’s song, or total recall

    Arnold’s song, or total recall

    How do you remember? Cast your mind far behind to the past. Is it taste, smell or touch Which one gives you a rush? Which one transports you through space and time? Recognition is fickle, And synapses crackle With altered results every go. Which version of truth Is the one you produce Is it the…

  • If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

    If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

    A blank page is an opportunity. It beckons But I stall. I’m shy, uncertain, What if this is all? All I can produce. All I can get down. Small and stuttered, Slurred and slowed, I’m starting to slow down. What if I never find my voice What if it’s gone from me? Stealing into the…

  • Upstairs

    Upstairs

    I have spent the whole week Struggling to speak To my youngest son, who has been Quite determined to press Every button to stress His disgust at the current regime.  He has screamed, he has wailed  He has fought and has railed ‘Gainst the system within which he exists.  What he hasn’t devined Is that…