Poetry

Oh my little donkey,Lost there upon a signIn a bustling city high streetIn 1979. Distracted by the instrumentsThe music and the joyI only meant to set you downMy first abandoned toy. My poor little donkeyYou… Read More »Lost Donkey

Oh look, 3.30 again on the dotWhat a surpriseThis happens a lot. Since veering from forty and nearer to fiftyMy body’s gone wonkyAnd my sleep a bit shifty. It’s either a night spent awake in… Read More »Insomnia

Old man baking in the midday sunBent double in arthritic pain.He can no longer stand upright,The shovel wears him down,As do the deaths and the dirt, and the strain. Old father, ploughing in the midnight… Read More »Old Man Baking in the Midday Sun

Why do I, as a woman, have to twist and bend to the whims of men?Why must I, as a woman, tolerate the cutting words of a frustrated man in the workplace?Why must I, as… Read More »Why do I…?

I’m suffering an addiction.It’s a burden in my life.And no amount of therapyCan take away my strife. Yes, I’m a shoe-aholic!I’m an addict of footwear.I love shoes and that is thatAnd I don’t really care.… Read More »Shoes

(Wonder how many spam comments I get here) I do not get the horn from internet pornBut my boyfriend observes every day.He downloads it for hours, hard tits, golden showers“it’s all free so there’s no… Read More »A Porno Solution