Saturday, November 26, 2016

Culture


To those of you who claim
We humans are harmful creatures
That should die or go away
I say
Put out more food for the birds
Lay some hedges
Give them room to play
Be the change you want to see
Grow some hay
Nature had a plan for us
Her thoughtful chimpanzee
We could get back to the garden
Together
You and her and me.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Song of the gulf of Boni (Bone)



Why do you not know what separates us
When you presume to name me
After your body parts?
To then exist unseen
As if transparency
Means no personality
When…For all your industry
Dirting on my shores
You’re stuck in the shallows
Where mine shape yours
Licking and rinsing you clean
Salty balm for your festering sores
Feeling what you should see
Bone solid is not the only way to be
Still…You bathe in my edges
Because you daren’t
Go all the way down to deepness
Where spiral gyres move and shift
Too much pressure for you
Skin child, rude chimpanzee
Clinging to crusts
When you could be
Symbiont grooming me
Instead …You brand with numbers
“Eighty miles long, thirty wide”
Avoiding the fact I’m the majority
I’m not even a me
We are a body
Planetary blood coursing
Adventure energy resourcing
We are water
Ceaseless sea

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Bike Capital

With straight backs on long legs
bare and free, vrouwen ride this city
Juggling shopping, smartphones
A cup of coffee
one an ironing board
three kids eating ice cream
all pulling assorted dogs on leads
Filling the roadways with cycling scene
No hills but bridges to alter the pace
Proud of its universal welcome
Amsterdam is a smooth place




Tuesday, July 19, 2016

All of Love is Opportunity


I’m  lost   
in  this  thickening  
fog  of expectations  
fermenting  beyond  their  prime  
on  who  said  what  to  who  again  
and  why? 
as  though  
if  we  can  just  unpick
the   blame  thread  
we  can  each  hold  up  our own  head  
and  cry  righteous  tears  
about   our  un-dead  love  
still the only thing
we  both  know  
is  what  we  can’t  let  go  
because  once  it  was  the  only  show  
we  wanted  to  watch  
but  now  it  is  a  stale  rerun  
of  knots  that  have  been  undone
longer  than  either  of  us  wanted  to  believe 
because  all  love of is  opportunity
 Even  when the  sheets  are  clean  
never  to  get  dirty again  
and  all  this  linen  we  keep  trying  to wash  is
stained  indelibly  with  us  
but  even so  I  fear  
our  hearts  will  never  be  reopened  
after  all  this  vinegar  soaking
because unless  we  stop  provoking  
all  that  we  ever had  will  be  tossed  
like  leaves  plucked  off in  summer  
never  to  let  the  tree  recover  
so if  I  don’t  want  to  be  lovers  
that
doesn’t mean  
I  don’t  still  love us

Friday, June 10, 2016

Slut Shaming by Maj Ikle


Like rose petals on a mountain-top
She is delicately exposed
Wafting earthly erotic embers
Scenting our air with desire
Soft lips tremble yearning
Bare of the spittle
That flies frothy from
Your stiff metal gob
As if shame is your job
To cover her up lest she
Sets the whole world on fire
But how many names
Does one language require
To slander women
For glittering with sexual salt
Tell us mr policeman plod
Who died to make you my Daddy god?

Sunday, May 22, 2016

 Summer tour 2016  dates confirmed so far....

 Saturday July 16th poetry for the dykes dyke (with surprise special guest!)
    http://www.lfest.co.uk/l-fest-2016-line-up/

Queer Spirit Wed 16th -21st August
https://www.queerspirit.net/festival

Camarthen festival one night stand july 9th in aid of Red Cross
photo by Dominic Williams


Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Children Again


Some grizzled man
Who once was four
Holds a tiny grandson hand
By a pebbled sunny shore
Teaching the thrill of throwing stones
Safe, exuberant, secure
While wind tears hair
From the back of waves
Trying to Canute the fall
Before ebbing away for more.

Thursday, February 11, 2016