Mothering

Mothering after James Hearst It is Mother’s Day and I will mother. Growing from me through the ribbon of nutrient rich blood, the transient organ I grew for you. Irises like depression glass under fully formed lids, eye daughter fearless child, climbing, babbling growing good.   For necessity is the mother of invention, and juniper…

Go Home and Do Your Washing 1890

GO HOME AND DO YOUR WASHING 1890 We lay on the bed laughing, remembering how we had held our corner: warriors, our sandwich boards breastplates, the taunts mere gnats. You deepened your voice, mimicked the man who had shouted from the chemist’s door. As if he knew anything about washing and bluing. He with a…

Dogma

The immaculate conception happened while we were watching  Come Dine with Me between the prawn starter and the lamb curry                                                         Must have been about forty doctors checked me…

Doll Things and Stars of Our Own Stories

  Doll Things   Paper dolls cut from old catalogues holding hands, their little dresses uniforms on rounded, eyeless heads; blue-eyed baby dolls with yellow curls, tiny nail beds etched on rubber fingers clutching hard plastic milk bottles to rounded ruby lips forever open, like guppies trolling their waters feeding hungers never satisfied; a Chatty…

Iridescent Love

Iridescence and splendid blessings I’m Unimpressed by your love Touch me, taste me, no embrace can replace me But I’ve been Repressed by your love, I’ve been Repressed by your love Repressed by your love It seemed that I wanted to stay but the pace of your brace stole the breath and the beat from…