Should we climb the wall grasping with blind fingers and toes for love cracks clinging to sweetness turned to dust in our moldy mouths Should we drag our anger and our blue acquiescence, bloodied, over a cat tongue rack for misplaced hope cooled to lifeless ash Or should you go your way and I’ll go … More Up To Down
“So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing … More A Tough Language
We are stronger than bombs, more determined than the Taliban, as sisters and daughters we stand together under falling bricks and plaster, our bodies and our will are iron, we do not bend. Malala’s heart is ours, she gives face and voice to our struggle, we are resolute in the face of hatred from desert … More Education. Equality.
You Go, Girl Laughter fills the booth in between urgent whispers, spilling into the street making passers-by turn around to look with knowing smiles. ________________________ Note: “You Go, Girl” is a well known graffiti artist in the city. This is one of her more sedate pieces. If you, like me, find street art fascinating … More NaPoWriMo: Day 4 – You Go, Girl
The Only Side That Counts This winter wind blows as cold as your indifference, tearing at my coat like your words tore at my heart that night when I cried out for help. You turned your back on me – deliberately – even though you’d been where I was, felt what I was feeling. … More NaPoWriMo: Day 2 – The Only Side That Counts