Do not slight the earthworm

EARTHWORMS Pink entrails of the earth rise, half-drowned, all-blind and writhing. How unthinking and stupid these no-brained are! Useless and flaccid after rain clogs their soil-bed and the scatter to the paths to be baked by the sun, eaten by birds and laughed at by big mouths above pounding feet fed by the 1,750,000 otherContinue reading “Do not slight the earthworm”

The Superhero of pre-used words

‘The Poet’ (a find from the archives) was composed from lines written on the tube after reading the freebie magazine The Short List: you’ll need to use me again tomorrow because our words are all pre-used but if you set me down in words and lines then published me I’m already seen and done cutting edge AContinue reading “The Superhero of pre-used words”

Poem 104

Escucha My new muse is light in his visits, is late, never calls, smiles his cheek, tells me nothing. So I invent everything. My new muse wears white-soled trainers and a St. Christopher tucked against the tattoo, never seen in full. When the night begins, the muse’s t-shirt smells of clean laundry. My new museContinue reading “Poem 104”

Spring Wants

The poet wants new curtains, please. Yellow and white, in a gingham print of medium squares; lined in white cotton. The light will stream through across the room and catch the duvet on the bed in a stroke of sunny warmth, The poet wants new curtains, please. New ones that don’t slump from hooks thatContinue reading “Spring Wants”

The Poet Reads an Essay on the Artist

With their vibrant colours and pop culture subject matter, the paintings of contemporary Swedish artist Per-Inge Isheden appeal to an international fan-base. This video provides a brief introduction to his work in relation to art historical resonances. For information about Isheden’s work, visit his website. In addition to these blog posts, you can follow BeadedQuill’s musingsContinue reading “The Poet Reads an Essay on the Artist”

Puckish Paintings

Last year I had one of those “I’ve made it!” writer’s moments. I was offered a paid writing gig on one of my favourite topics: art. I had the privilege of exploring the work of contemporary Swedish artist, Per-Inge Isheden, whose “puckish paintings” loosened my essay muscles. Read the full written article here, or sit back and listenContinue reading “Puckish Paintings”

Things a poet needs: laptop, coffee, soya milk, oats

This poem is based on the day in 2012 when I finally took the plunge and bought a laptop in London. The incessant “£299 on Strand” echoes my personal obsession with the cost of things, which I really am trying to transcend in 2014 (…both the cost of things and the obsession). This close attention to priceContinue reading “Things a poet needs: laptop, coffee, soya milk, oats”

Different Rides

You saw me in spiked heels and felt up the leather skirt leaning over your polished bonnet in the pulsing minutes before the drag race took off. On my calendar we took drives on Sunday afternoons to shaded woodland spots. There we sat on a blanket and picnicked. — Two poems to go until IContinue reading “Different Rides”