The wilder edges, hidden  cliffs of life
Sorrow slides into the hearts unnamed
As we see our neighbours fall to strife

We make our minds up,  this won’t happen twice
We  act from some gut feeling  reason’s lame
Walking the wild edges,tossing dice

The anger and the rage pierce  all, disguised
No caring for opponents. sharing blame
As we  and  many neighbours fall to strife

The smartphone has no answers I surmise
I googled “Ending war”  but nothing came
The Pennines have wild edges that surprise

The white rose and the red rose  compromised
The Queen  used like a weapon  in the game
As we  and once loved  neighbours fall to strife

See our faces wet with bloody stains
We prefer to fight, than use our brains
Oh,wilder edges,   flowers,  would bring delight
If  our neighbours end this goddamned   fight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My art

https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20160315-the-enormous-power-of-the-unconscious-brain

Exract

 

 

 

From the Guardian Newspaper

 

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/dec/10/racism-election-defined

Rather than understanding that all racisms, while distinct, are entangled with each other, we are encouraged to regard racisms as organised on a hierarchy of severity – one that perversely mirrors the power imbalance established by the idea of race itself. The reason why antisemitism is seen as more representative of “serious” racism is precisely because it has largely been seen as belonging to a “more racist era” in the past.

In contrast, the fact that Facebook ruled Islamophobic posts did not violate its “community standards” shows that Islamophobia has seeped so much into the everyday as to be seen as something other than racism. The same can be said for the racism facing black people, migrants, asylum seekers and Roma – especially as the Conservative manifesto has explicitly committed to confiscate the property of Gypsies, Roma and Travellers. Similarly, nearly 700 people drowned in the Mediterranean while trying to reach the shores of Europe this year alone, but the rising death toll of Fortress Europe is never identified as “racism”, due to our poor public understanding of race and racism.

Self portrait

What shall I do with  a dilated pupil?

a) Send them to the Headmaster

b} Give them a shrinking glance

c) Look away

d) Go to an Eye Clinic

e} is she  having a baby? How can you see her cervix? Are you a doctor?

My glasses are reading  any advice?

A} You have schizophrenia

B} You are a witch

C} You  need an eye test

D) They are a surveillance device.Throw them in the bin

My lenses are plastic

a} You have had cataract surgery

b} You are deluded

c} They are  ruining the environment.Hide them if you can get them out of your eyes

4} You want attention.? Ask for a glass eye next time

I inherited 11m pounds unknowingly

You tell me  how I can do it too.Are you a Royal bastard?y

The  optician also takes wax out  people’s ears  but it does no harm and  we all have our neuroses.He makes candles out of it so he says

We saw the trolley bus, small, like a child’s toy
Passing the bottom of our street
Once we went out on that bus to a park
Coming back,I was sitting at the front
Four years old
 watched them all get off
But I stayed still; as the bus moved off
I saw my father running after  us
He was shouting, but they went to the next stop
I felt no emotion except interest.He got me

The houses up the top had faces watching us
They were at an angle 
The geometry was  not simple
There was the back street we went on to school
 My brothers left me,I was running
A bicycle boy rode   over me
Nobody came
I was five years old

He lived on  a steep hill, my 6 year old boyfriend
He had  lovely  red hair
He let  me ride his tricycle
He had to catch me  before I hit Wigan Road
Which was  busy by the standards of the time
I was not afraid.He was under my thumb
I was six years old

short-eared durham owl
meditating over the dale’s edge,
shadows the fields and folds
in elegant diurnal flight.
on wind-side,careful sight,
may swoop to prey
and away.

your yellow broad-eyed look,
at once both sharp and distant,
holds me.
oh,silence,
oh,wind on green,
oh,earth,
sky.

immense your held vision,
sphere without center,
pied geometer of flight,
oh, swift descent and ascent.
trees bunched by dry stone wall
call heart home