by Luisa Villani I hang the window inside outlike a shirt drying in the breezeand the arms that are missing come to meYes, it’s a song, one I don’t quite comprehendalthough I do understand the laundryWhite ash and rainwater, a methodmy aunt taught me, but I’ll never knowhow she learned it in Brooklyn. Her mindhasContinue reading “Watching The Mayan Women”
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A Fairy Song
by William Shakespeare Over hill, over daleThrough bush, through brier,Over park, over vale.Through flood, through fire!I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon’s sphereAnd I serve the Fairy QueenTo dew her orbs upon the green,The cowslips tall her pensioners be,In their gold coats spots you see,These be rubies, fairy favours,In those freckles live their savours,I mustContinue reading “A Fairy Song”
A Fairly Sad Tale
by Dorothy Parker I think that I shall never knowWhy am I thus, and I am so.Around me, other girls inspireIn men the roar and rush of fire,The sweet transparency of glass,The tenderness of April grass,The durability of granite;But me – I don’t know how to plan it.The lads I’ve met in Cupid’s deadlockWere –Continue reading “A Fairly Sad Tale”
The Day War Came
by Nicola Davies UK children’s poet The day war came there were flowers on the window sill and my father sang my baby brother back to sleep. My mother made my breakfast, kissed my nose and walked with me to school. That morning I learned about volcanoes, I sang a song about how tadpoles turnedContinue reading “The Day War Came”
Song of Furies
Aeschylus c525BC-c456BC Up and lead the dance of Fate! Lift the song that mortals hate! Tell what rights are ours on earth, Over all of human birth. Swift of foot to avenge are we! He whose hands are clean and pure, Naught our wrath to dread hath he; Calm his cloudless days endure. But theContinue reading “Song of Furies”
Take your pick on our origins but it all leads back to socialism
In the beginning . . . What? Was there nothing and did some supernatural being create all we have now? OR; Was there nothing except a tiny condensed spot of everything which then started to expand, like a magician’s box out of which you can pull everything you need, from tiny grains of sand toContinue reading “Take your pick on our origins but it all leads back to socialism”
Robin's Nest 