A great writer once said:
two is the beginning of the end
but we are made up of stars.
So sing then, oh muse, of peedie Icarus
lying on her back in the grass
while her dad potters in his shed.
All of life she knew:
feel the sun burn her face
and ask him why.
My winning entry for the ‘Flew Too Close’ poetry competition run by Sonic Boom Productions for their new one-woman play ‘We Never Land’ on all month from today. It’ll be printed alongside the other winners in their programme.
Check it out: http://sonicboomtheatre.com/WeNeverLand/
All in all it wasn’t bad seeing as I had like 5 hours sleep over 4 days cleaning portaloos before getting on stage. I only forgot how to speak English once!
Closing poem from Sunday’s Variety Society
It’s Swedish, so it’s probably not what you may be thinking about hen’s gender, but still: awesome!
I am a big proponent of gender-neutral pronouns in language, mainly because baking gender into the language that way is wasteful and pointless and…
So that’s not gonna work so well in Scotland.
Or maybe that’s why we say hen and I’ve been offended by old men calling me hen when really they were just embracing political correctness.
What does this mean?
That, my friend, is exactly the question you have to ask.
It means that this is one of the best ways to pile up rocks and not have them fall down for a long time.
adulthood is just an endless stream of phone calls you don’t want to make but have to