Carpe Diem
Share A poem to remind us to live each day and not to waste it… Carpe diem; seize they day, Don’t let life pass you by. Be full of colour, not shades of grey, Carpe diem; seize the day Don’t you let it waste away. Tomorrow could be the day you die So carpe...
When God was a Rabbit (2011) – Review & Discussion
Share I found this to be a beautiful and absorbing book, and I cannot recommend it enough. While the blurb on the back cover does it justice, it is so much more than “a book about a brother and a sister…a book about secrets and starting over, friendship and family, triumph and tragedy, and everything...
Vesna – the refugee
Share This was written when I was in Halifax, Nova Scotia and I was working alongside other new Canadians. One of the couples there were refugees from Bosnia. The lady’s husband told me that they had chosen to come to Halifax because his wife wanted to be able to touch the Atlantic as that way...
Are We Broken?
Share Are We Broken? I walked down the street the other day I noticed a man with one arm in a wheelchair struggling up a hill. A while later I saw a mother with a child handout pleading. Carrying on looking straight ahead I was stopped by a girl selling a magazine. Refusing I walked...
Doing It For You – a poem
Share Calculating the second derivative for the function of x when y is a negative integer, and then plotting it against the graph of natural logarithms and exponentials … doesn’t interest me. I’m doing it for you. Because you sacrificed your life; in order for me to even have this opportunity. I’m doing it for...
The Word House, Gallery Café, 14th January 2012
Share Everyone, by now, knows what to expect from The Word House. Everyone indeed. Half of East London were unfortunately turned away at the door on Saturday as the Gallery Café reached bursting point. ‘Sardines’, someone said; it was like rush hour on the Northern Line. One guy stood there awkwardly negotiating a curry as...
‘Young Self-Portrait’
Share There she is. Sitting. Smiling back at me. Laughing. Giggling. Her hands in the air. Little me. Waving back. Catriona Kerridge Rate this post by clicking on the stars
‘The Unmade Bed’, by Catriona Kerridge
Share The Unmade Bed My throat is dry The bed smells of mouse piss And I just want to itch And not kiss To itch my skin so it flakes away Snow dropping to the ground All around Mounds of my dirty skin. I don’t like his bed Unmade, not for arts sake but...
Her favorite Jumper by Catriona Kerridge
Share It hangs there cold. Waiting. Wishing. Lost in Value. But donated to a good cause. I wanted to go back. To pick it up. It smelt of her. I hated it. Now I love it. I have to avoid it. And let someone else have it. Rate this post by clicking on the stars...
The Basement Sedition, Railroad Cafe, Hackney
Share The spoken word scene in London appears to be in rude health right now, with a number of eclectic nights springing up right here in Hackney; October has seen the return of poet Captain of the Rant’s Basement Sedition, held once more downstairs at the Railroad Café on Morning Lane. Hosted by Captain...
PoetryGraffitiArtLyrics
Share ‘Song lyrics – that is how I experience poetry’ said a good friend of mine. Indeed, the lyrics of Kurt Cobain, Robert Smith and Jehst were some of my first experiences of phrases that opened up a deeper level of my mind. The words of these artists traced comet tails through my adolescent mind;...
Malice
Share A capacity for malice and heart of gold. A juxtaposition so I’m told, but when she forces him to fold, you’ll know just what I mean. Holding many a conflicting face, it’s something pure but also base, a bitter draught in any case, that tastes of what I mean. It wasn’t always this way....
A hero’s smile by Catriona Kerridge
Share There once was a girl, no, wait, a woman. She was beautifully normal. She made a lot of a little money. Enough for her complicated yet simple life. Her shoes were Velcro or slip-ons. Her eyesight was clear. But it was her smile. She had a smile that spread like a disease. Like...
The Grey-Brit holiday by Catriona Kerridge
Share I’m a grey tourist. I’m the Grey-Brit on holiday. But I’m not your average purple white grey haired granny. I’m a pink jogging bottom type of granny. In fact I’m not even a Granny as I never married or had kids. This year I went to Glastonbury, I went to Reading. I went to...
Visa – a poem by Claire Dyer
Share That last day of the Festival it rained – huge, hot, summer rain; it fell like songs. And she’d left her papers in London, so he drove her there, shouting mostly. This is not pretty, she said. Her flight was at ten, so they stopped in a lay-by outside Heathrow. Headlights strafed them in...
Hi Dearest – the best in Spam poetry
Share Hi Dearest, I’m Miss Mirian Brent. I saw your contact , and i was deeply moved. I think that you are a very interesting person. i dont think that the age appearance is so important. I know this life from many sides. I am rather mature already. We should use every chance to find...
Cairo Calling by Rebecca Fielding
Share This trembling world Rocking back and forth Hanged by the immovable Fear of its impossible history. News stokes the fire of the day In a tarnished memory display Fragile and casual, left on This, our crumbling mantle. Dust conceals the frantic heave Of bodies united and free, The corners of the square Hold...
Refuge In His Bed
Share He so looks forward to the end of the day The only time his self loathing thoughts are put at bay He’ll undress, climb into a comfy bed and just lay His mind is suddenly silenced, no more cruel words left to say He’ll close his eyes, relax, drift off and just dream It’s...
Lawless London
Share There’s anarchy going on round London town Smashed windows, robbed corner shops and morale is down. The community is crushed, crumbling against the flames And all they can say is it’s because youths have no aims. Well if you were constantly broke and on the dole You would feel, agitated and aggravated until you...
Looking At Art by Andre Pace
Share What to see Luminosity I am seen It’s temperament nature I am read, It flows through me Like a vanity of vanties with glimpses of joy , It’s door summary of colors filled with tears of reds and blues, yellows and browns I can’t see , cries my cry I talk loud feeling painted...
Nemeses Pigs – iPoetry from genuine Captchas
Share Student stalker, Police glamors. Mario struck - Dark. Baddest. A nd nudism. The speeding effected and Happy dog, iPhone photo fazing her. Constitutional quested smoggier President, elections waster. Fact strolled the colognes. Latvian Elvis, the conceits! Boxcar democracy, Budget keynotes. Cremate. Serious. Rate this post by clicking on the stars
The Black Swan by Sime Knezevic
Share Frost falls from her feathers as she unfurls her shadow. A turtle swims violently slow beneath the ripple she did spur. Kingfishers coo in chorus, the sun in their beaks. Morning clouds wax and wane like fire. Over the water and flying. Circle the stones, pile with sticks. Plucking four black feathers, she covers...
Dear sms by Yvonne Anderson
Share Dear sms, Have you fallen victim to the next best thing? spent your entire fortune on it hoping to make endless amounts of cash? Did it work out, or were you left high with barley two nickels to rub together? If you are not making thousands of dollars Every month there is only one...
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