I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess

Will I always feel like this? Like swamp mud Viscous, formless. I need warm, firm hands  To sculpt me into something  Recognisable Like a woman, or a tree.  I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess Or an African warrior with my Tits out.  I would invite death  To pierce my soft underside, And thenContinue reading “I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess”

My imaginary dinner party guest #1: Leonard Cohen

It’s a classic silence-breaker question. If you could invite anyone in the world to a dinner party, alive or dead, who would it be and why? I have four guests at mine, and here’s the first. Oh and before you ask, we’re having pasta bake. Leonard Cohen This was the man who wrote the line:Continue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #1: Leonard Cohen”