Primary season, 2016 (A poem)

Another brief break from the epistles. These are not serious people We have             an ageing oompa loompa with bad hair             a doughy smirk of a man (and I use that term loosely)             a half-hearted mark of enthusiasm with his name on a gun             a hairstylist’s model             a wolf in puppy-dog [...]

Every dance I’ve ever been to (a poem)

Inspired by a song on the Cale & Eno album Wrong Way Up. The lilting rhythms give her something to dance to while he stands in the corner (as usual) When embarrassed and proud come to the dance together embarrassed watches proud live out loud Proud wishes embarrassed would join her to shout out loud in [...]