Writing 201: Future

The future starts in the past The past ends in the future Your first rites turn into your last The moment you cease to nurture   Cherish yourself as the first No one knows you but you How you bury in you the worst And shy away from the best too   The worst ordeal … Continue reading Writing 201: Future

Writing 201: Landscape

This is a poem found entirely in Robert Crawford's monograph On Glasgow and Edinburgh (2013).   On Glasgow and Edinburgh by Robert Crawford My rating: 4 of 5 stars Carefully researched and attractively written, this is a highly informative and insightful guide to both cities on their own and in contrast with each other.   The Athens of … Continue reading Writing 201: Landscape

Writing 201: Drawer

Behold Oh, drawer, what treasures you hold Buried in sand, dirt or clay To be scooped out every day I can smell the scent Of a present Left by my cat, the cunning fox In the drawer of her litter box

Writing 201: Fingers

Thick, short, cold fingers digging in the thin, soft, warm skin. Digging, ripping, tearing like claws, knives, forks. The flesh splitting, yielding, giving in – unfeeling, uncaring, dead meat. This is him eating his chicken meal.

Writing 201: Hero(ine)

A hero began As everyman   Everyman grew up Everyman broke up Everyman sobered up   Becoming bitter and brave Daring to kill the ill The ill that never will Live again good and brave   A hero became A hero went and Fell Dead   Everyman ends As a hero

Writing 201: Poetry Potluck

I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. --Sylvia Plath, "Cut" If I am asked to share one poem, which happens to be the weekend assignment for Writing 201, I cannot but come up with lines that have in them darkness, originality and - women's emancipation (or suppression). The quote … Continue reading Writing 201: Poetry Potluck