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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…

  • Conkers

    Conkers

    Well, it’s the end of the summer holidays, my boys are back at school on Monday. We schlepped home up the motorway dragging the detritus of beach living, sandy shoes, smelly towels. My arms are tanned, my feet sandal-striped. My boys are back in the town they have grown up in, the sea gulls far…

  • Wave

    Wave

    Today has been one of those days when you hope/know you have made a memory that will lodge itself into the unconscious memory of your children forever. Abandon on the beach. Body boarding, surf, crashing waves, laughter, light, sand, friends, sandy sandwiches, ice cream, love. Oh, an your mother screeching because she got stung by…

  • 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…

  • Tube

    Tube

    So I’m on a tube. Speeding from Baker Street to Waterloo. Ion the silver shiny jubilee line.  This was my old commute down to Canary Wharf. Today I get off earlier but oh how much have I reacted to this trip? I feel such a sense of loss as I stand here avoiding tourist backpacks.…