Friday, March 24, 2017

The best thing to do with hunger...

Anything can be borne if it can be accepted. The biggest gift of growing older so far has been learning to be kind to all parts of me, not just the shiny bits... developing the confidence to know that I can embrace feelings of fear, pain and confusion/whatever in the knowledge that I am strong enough to feel it all and still belong to myself. This is life. All of it. All of it is miraculous. Even when we are in a state of longing or dissatisfaction, that's because we know all the beauties that are possible for us. .'The best thing to do with hunger, is make it the food/make of it an all-absorbing music...'

Love you,


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

It kills and it eats (for standing rock) - freewrite wednesday 22/02/17

We think it tame –
The beast – gone feral at standing rock
Parasite – all tooth and guts and metal -
We have apps for it – we think it a pet
but we’re food - dying in it’s belly
Endless ravenous – sucking blood
Black from our earth – churning ghosts
Into money - It’s tentacles are legion – it takes takes
It strangles, silences and most of all it eats
It eats – decency – conscience – the ice caps
Tribal land – hope – the future – it eats
Blind and mindless automated
Counters for eyes this devil is
A robot this robot is a monster this monster is business
Business pulled free of anchor
Of humanity of human benefit
Of skin and muscle of
Heart and feeling - colonizing everything
Filling our heads with jingles our mouths
With trash and sugar our bodies
With noise this monster dances and flashes
It wears a yellow toupe it is base and hungry – and lives for itself –
And born from us no longer cares - if we all die -
It Kills - it has logos and promises - it kills
It has teargas and hoses – it has dogs and
Helicopters and tanks and guns and bombs
It has metal fingers over our mouths -
It hides itself – it shoots down media drones – it
Spits laws like chewed bones it’s name Destruction it’s name
Acquistion it’s name Greed it’s name Misdirection it’s name Violence
It’s name horror and what’strue and whatnext and nothingtodo and
Itsnotmyproblem and itstheirfault and it kills and it kills and it eats and it
Eats and it kills and it eats and we feed it with our fear and our flesh
And our silence.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

(Sanity) Freewrite Wednesday - 10/12/2016

So... it's Wednesday it turns out. Freewrite Wednesday. But I wrote this not cos of that but because I was sad - no choked. Yes, choked.
The thought goes like this (it returns often):
There's much more in me than I've ever spent.

And how long will that feeling last? I just want to throw it up, somehow.
I went to acting class and then sat on the bus home eating chips and looking out of the window. And there was this small, punky-looking couple, and he was eyeing up me or my food. And when we got on the bus he said, sorry am I eyeing up your food and I just laughed and a laugh was all I offered.

And it was late and I kept scrolling my WhatsApp thinking, what for?

And in the shop the shopkeeper shared this kinder chocolate bar thing with me and I was the only customer. And he was very approving of the packet of biscuits I bought.  The street was all orange and leaning into me, but not like a friend would.  More like being on the tube at rush hour. And I breathed deep and reminded myself I was outside.

And my son was fragrant and asleep and I woke those big eyes into saucers with all my racket - I went in to kiss him goodnight and to remind myself I was a person.

I took my hat off and left on my jacket and shoes. Even if there was someone to call there'd be no-one to call about this.
Truth is, there is always someone to call.  But sometimes, in the night, you are only trying to reach yourself.  Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up at 6am and do the dishes. For now I'm gonna post this thing I just wrote (below)... It took me a couple of moments to realise it was Wednesday... so happy Free-Write Wednesday to me and whoever else cares --

In case no-one else has said it today,

I love you.


I am last
of the raw cash –
wrong currency sweaty
in the palm I am
too much to spend
in the wrong direction
in all this fluorescent hell
and plastic promise
I am pent up
Vision smashing up against
All these coward edges
Nothing carries through
No flow
I have too much to spend
Nowhere to spend
No-one to spend
nothing to buy ---
or I am buying the wrong things
spending wreckless – suicidal
for love - buying debts
collecting on nothing –
ask me how I am – I am all teeth –
I walk a good game – I comb
My stupid hair –
You do not see I am all unspent
Choked to the brim
The last of the young dirty pound
Raw cash crashing through the floor
not getting older –only getting old
carrying all my worth in loose change –
heavy metal – I need the kind of insides that fold –
whispering between the hands
silent ballet of numbers
changing – I am one in a million
of the wrong currency –
full of money – gnawing on
bones only ghosted by meat
and cardboard and nothing
and time and memory –
cannibalizing myself –
filthy rich and useless
my love is no good here
I have spent pennies on
The pound – you have all come up
Short – the streets swallow me
Into aimlessness
a roar opening my mouth
the way a yawn does

Monday, June 27, 2016

At The Inkwell hits London JULY 21 - UK votes Brexit - Prince - Bowie

'Upload: a 2-party system 
The lesser of 2 dangers 
Illusion of choice 
Download: a veiled form of fascism 
Nothing really ever changes 
U never had a voice'
PRINCE, Colonized Mind

My brain is busy and I can't make my thoughts lie down.

There's a lot to say about the UK and Brexit and Jo Cox and Trump and what's going on -

 what's going on -


and honestly I don't know where to start right now. I've been numbly circulating petitions and crying randomly. I'm worried about what kind of world my kid is gonna grow up in. I'm trying to stay focussed in my day-to-day while the sky crashes --

all the normal stuff feels like an awkward armful of non-sequiturs -

the word 'despair' doesn't say it - it isn't that -

I just can't get my busy brain around the full scope of the problems we face -

I'm still getting over Prince being gone -

Jeez, the point of this was to let you know about a reading series I'll be hosting - how do I segue into that smoothly?

I don't think it's possible. 

How about this: Everything is nuts right now-are you thinking of building an underground-bunker- how about emigrating-yeahmetoo - wannacometoagig?

Hope I'll see you there...Hope you'll share. (there's an open mic)