I begin an argument with myself

10 May

It’s so easy to start. Frustration bursts out in curses, everything’s fragile in this silence, and there are so many things to be irritated by but nobody’s around to complain to.   Inside, I break my glasses, turning over in the bed. I set the pla…

Victory

8 May

The dead file by in an endless line to salute both victory & decline to shake the hand of their Champion the Lord of Laughter & Contagion a storyteller with an engaging tone who tells of how this country stood alone even though it’s never clear…

I have no poetry

7 May

Porridge.   All too grey, too confused, this morning.   The horizon between sense and information gone,   lost in mist, night’s dream escape itself forgotten.   Yesterday’s sarcasm was never truly funny, just wild defence, against f…

And People Stayed Home

31 Mar

Kathleen O’Meara’s poem, ‘And People Stayed Home,’ written in 1869, after the famine: And people stayed home and read books and listened and rested and exercised and made art and played and learned new ways of being and stopped …

But for the Lockdown …

29 Mar

A COVID-19 love poem by Jim Monaghan But for the lockdown We would be drinking sweet hot drinks in the tearoom on the Central Mosque in Paris, birds flittering and whispering above. I would be stirring while staring at my cup as you breathlessly relate…

Friday 13th December 2019

20 Dec

They call it ‘the cold moon’ but no, we can’t blame this belter of a December moon for the deep-freeze skudding through hearts, sinking them fathoms low to a lobotomised deep, where it feels okay to vote against empathy, compassion, hope. This full col…

Dead Women Count

21 Sep

She counts murdered women. Not women wiped out in warzones by bullets and bombs, nor the 63 million missing in India – Rita Banerji keeps count of them. Nor is she counting the Korean Comfort Women, piecing together what’s left of their bones fro…