November Starts it’s brewing In August’s free safe glow. Like a poisoned Festive pudding It stews And grows cunning, Knows…

  My hands join moon and water Summoning your glow. I am a Sorceress Astonished at my powers. I do…

  I am with you My Body Though I pummel and curse you Though I pinch with disgust Though I…

The sun still glares in mid-December Daring us to hope the rain won’t come. Office blocks breathe out their workers.…

Is the 8th The last croak Of McQuaid’s Chokehold? The last echo Of an ireland Steeped in weeping secrets Bloodied…

rules relaxed neighbours greet and smile brighter than eye whites it tells us to slow we walk in the middle…

Save me from Surface-skimming. Too blinded and coughing from Sea spray of the everyday to take a deep breath and…

I am interested in what is held in the body When we have been unheld When we have split from…

At first we felt a clear hot rage. This girl. Torn into hysterics. But not beyond reasonable doubt. Fear Response…

This was inspired by an episode from The Odyssey used by Mary Beard in her Women & Power pamphlet. Penelope…