Poetry
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I Hate it Here
I hate what they have made the world to beThe rank corruptionAnd not just the monetary kindI mean complete moral, ethical corruptionNecrotic, gangrenous, cancerous putrefactionThe way they have degraded everythingPulled us down to their levelInto the filth where they wallowAll that they touch rotsIt sticks to everything we doThe deformation of normalityOf civilityAt first we…
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Killing Us
This is a piece I wrote back in February 2023 just after the transphobic murder of Brianna Ghey. Depressingly, I’ve had to add a couple of new lines to it to cater for the people who are now willingly lending their talent and fame to the further enrichment of the person who is successfully winning…
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Albion’s Witness
I took this photo walking on the Downs in late July, still trying to make sense of the country I had grown up in, and what it had done to me, and all trans people. Seeing this old(ish) waypoint marker made me think of “Albion” and the ancient land I stood on, and how we…
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Cancelled
A short poem I wrote after another morning of disrupted travel to work, and general feelings on who our “elected representatives” are blaming for the ills of the world, when we should be looking elsewhere. Cancelled Another cancelled trainAnother disrupted morningCommuters stood around yawningAs we’re all made late again. First world problems we all agreeAt…
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Monument
I wrote this last night, towards the end of Trans Day of Remembrance, and it kinda poured out of me, like a lot of my best stuff does. Monument Where is our monument?The monolith to our lost siblingsOur memorialTo those of usWho had the ultimate pricePlaced on their headsUnwillinglyBy “civilised” societyWhen it is anything butA…
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Another blast from the past
Following on from the Pick-a-Path stuff I found in my old files, I also came across a piece I’d written back in December 2016, when Brexit had not yet utterly consumed UK politics. I thought it might be amusing to use the “12 Days of Christmas” format for a whimsical (and apolitical) take on events…
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Atlas’ Shoulder
The idea for the first line came from a musing while on the train to work one morning (where I do my best thinking) about what real-world problems might afflict fictional / mythical beings and beasties. I’d like to say the rest was easy (you try rhyming cruelty!) but I got there in the end.…
Beckbridge - sometime scribbler 