by Lisa Zaran Death is not the finalWithout ears, my father still listens,still shrugs his shoulderswhenever I ask a question he doesn’t want to answer.I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,my hip leaning against the frame and I ask himwhat does he think about the war in Iraqand how does heContinue reading “Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen”
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Last Words
by DANNIE ABSE Splendidly, Shakespeare’s heroesShakespeare’s heroines, once the spotlight’s on,enact every night, with such grace, their verbose deaths.Then great plush curtains, then smiling resurrectionto applause, and never their good looks gone.The last recorded words tooof real kings, real queens, all the famous death,are but pithy pretences, quotable quotationscomposed by anonymous men decades later,never withContinue reading “Last Words”
I smell a rat – well actually I don’t because I chose the final solution
I recently asked you, dear readers, about dealing with rats, having recently Tweeted about it. The viewings of the Tweet have increased since I last mentioned it but there has still not been one comment. Even you, dear readers, haven’t jumped in calling for the death penalty for rats or calling for mercy and expoundingContinue reading “I smell a rat – well actually I don’t because I chose the final solution”
Final form in a set which takes you from the cradle to the grave
The third, and final, certificate that applies to all people in the UK is the one issued after their death. The area above the main part of the certificate indicates the year of death, the registration district in which the death occurred, the sub-district and the county, in this case Norfolk. The main body ofContinue reading “Final form in a set which takes you from the cradle to the grave”
Six small steps to take you on the journey of a lifetime – or further
WHO AM I? A question many of us will have asked in our lifetime and we will have given ourselves many answers: son, father, socialist; mother, aunt, republican; daughter, teacher, royalist; grandfather, preacher, poet. There may be other roles we do not recognise ourselves playing. On the other hand we may know more about ourContinue reading “Six small steps to take you on the journey of a lifetime – or further”
Poem for the Children of Gaza
by Michael Rosen January 15, 2009 In Gaza, children, you learn that the sky kills and that houses hurt. You learn that your blanket is smoke and breakfast is dirt. You learn that cars somersault clothes turn red, friends become statues, bakers don’t sell bread. You learn that the night is a gun, that toysContinue reading “Poem for the Children of Gaza”
Life
Charlotte Brönte 1816-1855 Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life’s sunny hours flit by, Gratefully,Continue reading “Life”
I Look Up to the Sky
by Samuel ibn Naghrillah 993-1056 I look up to the sky and the stars, And down to the earth and the things that creep there. And I consider in my heart how their creation Was planned with wisdom in every detail. See the heavens above like a tent, Constructed with loops and with hooks, AndContinue reading “I Look Up to the Sky”
How the Chiefs demanded from Shirwi the Death of Khusrau Parwiz
by Ferdowsi 935 to 1020 From the Shahnameh Shirwi, a timid, inexperienced youth, Found that the throne beneath him was a snare, While readers of mankind saw that ’twas time For men of might, those that had done the ill, And had produced that coil, went from the hall Of audience to the presence ofContinue reading “How the Chiefs demanded from Shirwi the Death of Khusrau Parwiz”
My Heart
by Abu Muhammad ibn Hazm I would split open my heart with a knife, place you within and seal my wound, that you might dwell there and never inhabit another until the resurrection and judgment day — thus you would stay in my heart while I lived, and at my death you too would dieContinue reading “My Heart”
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