No, of Course I’m not Superstitious
Some superstitions made sense, But most of them are quite absurd. I get the one about ladders, But not spying a lone black and white bird!
Shhh! Don’t Tell Dionysus, But…
I’ve been to some fancy parties, And even to an RAF officer’s Mess. But why everyone there seems to drink wine, I really can’t hazard a guess. Wine tastes to…
Torywocky
Long time the Tories have been here. Let’s vote them out! Them and their gout! And not allow them anywhere near.
Some People
Ordinary people often lead extraordinary lives and their life experience does not often find its way into poems. Rita Ann Higgins grew up in poverty and reflects on this in Some…
Lambast: Words that Matter
Lambast by Michael Gurner, aka The Sixty Second Scribe, is poetry for our time. Michael is best known to readers of Critical Mass for the short videos we publish of…
My 25 Year Love-Affair with Pointy Shoes.
I really wish that in my youth, I’d not worn pointy shoes But they’d called to me from the shoe-shop shelves And I just could not refuse. They were red…
The Game of Life
The game begins with the roll of the dice, Wind up and let it flow with ease, There is no trepidation in this game. And you’re off! Four, five, six…
A room of one’s own
When Virginia Woolf wrote A Room of One’s Own she was speaking of women’s emancipation from men, and she was speaking of a physical room, but nowadays it is both…
Mugwort’s Hallowe’en Party
Mugwort the cat was by the window, Gazing out into the Hallowe’en night. The sun had gone down almost two hours ago, Now there was only moonlight. Apart from all…