The true poet does not look for fame orearthly glory, the true poet is not bound by fads orfashions, literary stylistics,editorial demands.The true poet seeks only the beauty in the everyday:the smallest thing the largest thingand the infinitesimal array of all things in between. The true poet is grateful for the mutability of life contrasted with the... Continue Reading →
Twitter Poetry Week 10
I have noticed after doing this for 10 weeks that the poems seem to fall into different patterns, or 'themes,' every week. This has not been deliberate on my part, but it is interesting to note. Looking back, it appears that this week's theme was self-analysis, appropriately enough: https://twitter.com/Experimentsinfc/status/1367724220281724929 https://twitter.com/Experimentsinfc/status/1368145466135838722 https://twitter.com/Experimentsinfc/status/1368504281838592000 https://twitter.com/Experimentsinfc/status/1368877962670596096 https://twitter.com/Experimentsinfc/status/1369207238909394946 https://twitter.com/Experimentsinfc/status/1369574827980427266 https://twitter.com/Experimentsinfc/status/1370020031812100098... Continue Reading →
Remembering the tsunami #poem
Ten years since the tsunamibroke upon Japantearing apart familiesnot all saved, who ran: on this day a tearfor his daughter ten years gonewishing she was here. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved This morning I read about the ten-year anniversary of the tsunami which hit Japan costing 18,500 lives and triggering a nuclear meltdown at... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Taste #3: Potato and Aubergine Madras
As you may be aware if you've read about my Anthropocene Hymnal project, I am trying to do my bit to reduce my carbon footprint and raise awareness of the climate crisis. One simple way to reduce your carbon footprint is to eat less meat. I've swapped my usual diet for a mainly vegetarian diet... Continue Reading →
The problem of Hollywood and #MeToo #IWD2021
Hollywood doesn’t love you for who you areHollywood only loves you for your youthHollywood isn’t interested in your character Hollywood will not let you speak your truth:that’s the whole problem with the #MeToo movement,a fundamental problem of society; we never see the fully-rounded persononly the person they have moulded us to be.Don’t think you can be like... Continue Reading →
How far we’ve come: Poems dedicated to Virginia Woolf No.3 #IWD2021
Dear Virginiathere’s a questionI would really like to asksince you first put pen to paperthrew your gauntlet downset us your taskand that is:'How far have we come?' Is Mary Beton grown now?Is she married?How many children does she have?Did she ever get to writethe words she longed to share with us?did she give her children... Continue Reading →
Guest Post: Don Matthews Trilogy #21
Don's mate Skip (pictured above) is refusing to speak to me after I featured Priscilla and Ralph in last week's post. He's gone to spend some quality time with this Kangaroo friends. Meanwhile Don continues working hard to bring you more Flippant, Comic, and Serious poetry. Enjoy this week's offering! I Am An Offbeat Poet... Continue Reading →
Emergence: Poems Dedicated to Virginia Woolf No.2 #IWD2021
Her head bobbed just beneath the surface of the waterhair spread out like a painting by John Everett Millaisandrogynous, amorphous:wide eyessevere jawbonesharp aquiline nose. She was afraid to break the surface;and to emergefrom the silence of her amniotic sac:‘Stay safe inside,'her inner critic counselled: 'Do not dream to give the world the words it does not lack.'... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow is International Women’s Day: Join Me! #ChooseToChallenge
Tomorrow, 8th of March is International Women's Day. The purpose of this day, as stated on the IWD website, is the following: International Women's Day is a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women. The day also marks a call to action for accelerating gender parity. Significant activity is witnessed... Continue Reading →
This gift of flowers #haibun
The other day, we went for a walk with the kids in the evening. I pointed out the first daffodils to my youngest son. 'This means that spring is here,' I told him. 'Oh, mammy!' he said, 'I got some flowers for you!' In his pocket, a handful of squashed daisies. He'd picked them at... Continue Reading →