Ruling is not easy. It asks too much, too often, from us humans full of flaws. So I offer some tips, not strict as such, but more a guide, a simple set of laws. Let’s begin with the most important thing - know you are the servant not the master. Rulers who serve themselves alone … Continue reading Poetry – For Those Who Seek To Rule
Surprise yourself with your courage and resilience. Be wowed by your gutsiness, not to mention your brilliance. Surprise yourself with your smartness and clear-sighted vision. Know that your wisdom shines through with each big decision. Surprise yourself with your talent and skill. Take strength from your indomitable spirit and will. Surprise yourself with your hope … Continue reading Poetry – Surprise Yourself
I live my life upon a home-made raft. Much tested in the doldrum and the storm, this bravest of ships, this noblest of craft, hewn from wise words, life bent, and battle worn. For at the stern is the lesson at hand to be forward looking, not to look back. For the glow of nostalgia hides quicksand where … Continue reading Poetry – Raft
Today I shaved my hair off To see me, to know me, to own me, to free me. To be me. Today I shaved my hair off To breathe, to seethe, fermenting the fuck you I should have said long ago To every fucker who kept me small. And fuck me for letting you all. … Continue reading Poetry – Today I Shaved My Hair Off
I am delighted to be a part of this wonderful anthology of poetry and prose celebrating women’s loves, lives and landmarks. Fourteen women have contributed to this anthology. We share our experiences of love and life ... and the landmarks that mark our progress through our lives ... in our own very varied styles, using … Continue reading Anthology of Poetry and Prose “We want to tell you how …”
How awful the gap between the ‘authentic me’, the person you see when you look in my eyes, and the ‘me’ defined, confined by my peers, my achievements measured against my years. How awful that gap, like the door left ajar to creak, inviting in a chilling breeze that dries eyes, cracks lips, so that … Continue reading Poetry – Writing is a leap of faith
If we were to meet again, I would say sorry today, for then, when mad with love, deranged with passion, all reason astray, I cried ‘I love you!’ Three words – not enough. So I left flowers to wilt at your door, composed mixed tapes, wrote odes, baked cakes, your name on my lips, in … Continue reading Poetry – On Reflection
A poem as a letter in the epistolary poem form. As part of the Women's Writing in the Midlands, 1750-1850. Susanna Watts and Elizabeth Heyrick. A Poetry Collection.