You come to bed late, crawl under the sheets, You’re restlessly turning and kneading my feet, I can’t help but wonder just where you have been But I can’t ask you questions, or make a loud scene. I’m pliantly yielding as you climb onto me, You don’t ask for permission - you assume my body … Continue reading Profligate Pussy
For Liz Stanley - who was right (sort of). ‘Remember to write whilst working down there.’ You’re wilting already under her Basilisk stare, ‘Bang out an article whilst you sit on the plane, Bang out more articles you’re halfway to fame’. For five years you lectured, marked essays and read, But those infamous … Continue reading On (not) Writing
Grey gulls sky surfing, Trembling daffodils cower in the lashing sleet.
One day for women To give cards and gifts that say Hooray for this day!