Catching Up

Monday is always too hectic. Here are two poems. Catching up, and catching my breath.

Dice

The dice still roll. The big
Man at the other end of
This table of fates tries
To lift it to change the
Chances. He doesn’t care
About rules or laws. He
Snorts. The tempo slows.
The dice totter on their
Edges. He smiles, thinks
He has won. But the dice
Have still not fallen. Fate
Will play by its rules.

R 11/02/2025 14:17 Norwich Library

The Spare Rib Phallacy

That spare rib, wherever it may
Have been ripped from, was not
Woman, made from some of a
Man’s leftovers. It’s nothing but
A story dreamed up to put the
Female in a place as far away
From power as it could be.
Today, men smile indulgently
When one of their kind attacks
The prevailing patriarchy, deny
It exists, insist equality is here
Now, while other men try by
Law to take everything back to
That manacle of a story.

R 11/02/2025 14:22 Norwich Library