Daily Archives: July 13, 2016

Aberdeen – Penzance by Freya Jackson

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something? No

solipsism if you know the trick

you can do anything if you can stomach


nothing, you can stomach                                                       ……you can stomach society

then you can do nothing

And yet you do not.

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Fierce Calm by Dave Rendle

I am not a silent poet

(for Ieshia)

After violence had rained down on communities,
and storms had spread across country,
fierce calm boldly entered the lion’s den,
stood firmly in elegant defiance,
silently posed on cracked asphalt,
summer dress billowing in the breeze,
as a phalanx of riot police surged,
and tempest’s blew, was not phased,
continued brave stance,in peaceful composure,
didn’t say anything, didn’t resist,
with determined dignified power,
looked over the next horizon,
and never once looked back,
frozen in time, a vessel of justice,
freedoms flower releasing hopefulness,
amplifying pathways of change.


LeishaA demonstrator protesting the death of Alton Sterling is detained by law enforcement near the headquarters of the Baton Rouge Police Department in Baton Rougue, Louisiana, US July 2016, Copyright, Jonathan Bachman, Reuters. 
Woman who was captured in above ironic photo has been revealed as 28- year old Ieshia Evans, a licensed practical nurse and mother to a five-year-old…

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Winebox by Paul Vaughan

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Imbued with panic
Electric spirals
Blasted shots of vodka*
Frozen incentives
Ruinous apologies
Ambivalent shopping
Untrained crematorium staff
Missed limestone cavities
Indigenous coffee mugs**
Lazy milk bottles
Colourful air freshener***
We split the atom, the centre of everything, and in so doing we created chaos
Happy times

*Postmodern fiction as a whole could be characterized by the ironic quote marks, that much of it can be taken as tongue-in-cheek. This irony, along with black humour and the general concept of “play” (related to Derrida’s concept or the ideas advocated by Roland Barthes in The Pleasure of the Text) are among the most recognizable aspects of postmodernism.

**Following World War II, with the bombing of Japan, the cohesive centre disappeared for Americans. People began to move outward from the cities and into newly created suburbs. Women did not wish to return to the world of housekeeping after tasting the freedom of war-time employment.

***The practical magnetic…

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Alcoholic Mummy by Mirona

I am not a silent poet

Mummy tumbled through her life
At speeds of crushing thunder.
She didn’t stop to gather thoughts
Nor stopped to breathe and grasp
The soaring beauty off the pain
Present at each meander.

Then mummy, in a free fall
Felt her bump and sparkled!
A froth of bubbly love rushed in
she forgot her meanders.

You nudged her, flapped and fluttered;
Tickles and coos danced to her ears.
From then, you’re all that mattered.

Juggling memories
Coasting nightmares
Mummy finally collided.

Present pulses, indirect-
Hit you, my love,
The hardest.


I am a striving, guilt-ridden alcoholic mum of one, wife to one 🙂 Below is a poem I wrote last year, whilst in rehab. I write only for myself, no one has ever seen it. I’m not embarrassed by it, it’s just that I don’t write ‘for someone’ but just ‘at’ me. If that makes any sense. Thank you for…

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