Saint Gertrude
She is startled by reflectionsHer one eye doesn’t understand,By the light travelling along the wall,The spectre of full sight eluding her. In the dark, she sees figmentsThat aren’t a part…
Saint Theresa
I saw you coming out of church on SundayClutching your handbag and husbandAnd leaning against the wind and the countryWith a smile painted painfully on your empty faceStiff amidst those…
#InternationalWomensDay
For all the women on this planet, this poem is the most popular that I’ve performed in public. Grab the equality you should have with both hands.Numbers Often,You make yourself…
Living in a lawless land – Part II
Since my most recent blogpost (3rd March), Theresa May has one day, laughably, claimed that reducing the police force has had no direct correlation with rising knife crime in the…
Living in a lawless land
When we hear that popular trope that mature democracies destroy themselves, our thoughts tend to immediately scurry to military coups culminating in the installation of a dictator, of manufactured right-wing unrest…