Sunday, August 27, 2017


I don’t want your pamphlets
I won’t sign your petition
I don’t want bonus miles
Points or coupons
I don’t believe in what
Your political party believes in
I won’t be on time
I’m not a preferred customer
I don’t want to join your club
Save money
Or miss your fantastic opportunity
Leave me the fuck alone
--Paul Smith

Sunday, August 20, 2017


I’m listening to wet drops
of Eden beat against
my window.
I’m bored
even of apples and
I taste serpents
in my wine.
Mother Mary
is too good for me since
I’ve become a little sinful,
but I’ve learned
there are ways around
the Bible.
So I call to Eve.
The woman who
spread open sex—did she
Her punishment for boredom
was pain during childbirth
but now we have C-sections
and multiple orgasms and
if she were here now
with me, she would
skinny-dip, smoke cigars,
get a Ph.D.
I want her bones;
at least a charm to hang
around my neck.
It’s raining drops of Eden
over and over.
The same water that ran
out of Eden and into
Euphrates seeps into
the ground—a mothering
earth.  And I’m
biding time,
waiting for
the apocalypse
or a leak in the ceiling.
-Donna Dallas

Sunday, August 13, 2017

should i be bothered if my name is 'her'?

my name is her in a different story. where i am
a little. boy learns stifling romance. a feather in a
hat. some wings.  was it her in red dress?  certain
voices carry recitations when i learn boy’s tongue.
little more manoeuvering. her kisses the tarmacadam,
not knowing what it looks like. i am boy. i tell her
whatever i want, what she doesn’t know. i tell her
anything. till she believes she is beautiful. there is
no thrill in breaking ugly, he tells over my voice. 

--Tanya Singh

Sunday, August 6, 2017

How To Begin

Constellate at just the right moment,
collision and attraction co-ordinating
to bring nothing into something.
Bed down well, make yourself comfortable,
you’ll be here for a while,
 so choose a good spot
and make your preferences known.
Plot the co-ordinates and map yourself gradually,
contour, river, landmass.
There’s no particular hurry,
though people do prefer it
if you stay on schedule.
Be good at long division.
Creep into people’s dreams,
whisper your names in storm clouds
and summer breezes,
flirt with moon shadows and twilight.
Make your presence known
as soon as you can,
bubbles, ticks, pressure, moving,
all these are reassuring.
If others want to check you out,
try to be obvious, subtlety can come later,
band a drum, crash saucepan lids,
shout from the rooftops.
Swim and have secret knowledge of the sea,
mermaids, fish people, eels, water mysteries.
Yoga is your thing, specialise in the headstand,
hands free of course, elsewhere,
you might spend years
trying to relearn this pose.
Get the choreography right,
remember the steps, you do know the way.
Don’t be afraid of light and sound,
hormones are clever things, and,
given the chance, they will help you.
Gradually learn where you have come from
and where you have come to.
Wake, feed, sleep, repeat. 
--Alison Jones