• Poems

    Music for a funeral: Remembering 41

    O yeah yeah I remember George Herbert Walker Bush Sure I remember his creepy disjointed white man grin And the way he ran the CIA And became de facto president After Reagan was shot And I remember The way Some say He became de facto president before Reagan was shot   So read my fucking lips:   I remember his invasion of…

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    sometimes these small things

    Sometimes, the world gets a little better. like the other day, it’s a small thing and I’m embarrassed to even be talking about it to register it as progress such is the state of things such is the state of my apparent heart but we should still poem about it, we should still poem about these things: there’s a new…

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    I’m never really sure

    The hard frost has come or has almost come I’m never really sure But something has rendered the chard The slick purpleblack chard from Planet Perfection As soft and sweet as it could earthly be. My gratitude wakes from its nap And instantly starts to cry Sobbing for mama, alarmed at its own limbs Unfolding impossibly around itself In the…

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    As metaphors go

    1. None of us chanted it was a straight, sooty summer the summer we electrocuted Fort McMurray Formamurrie Former Murray that summer none of us chanted the fort the fort the fort is on fire   that summer we stopped feeling the Bern and trembled afore the trump.fern.o and cheered on first responders mobilized all hands, left and right ly so.…

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    For the bus drivers

    Listen to the poem “For the bus drivers” here, or read it below: no war but the class war, scoffed the Conservative Members of Parliament whose laughter rang round the Chamber hardee har har har when Amarjeet Sohi rose to lay a metaphorical rose in tribute to a bus driver murdered by a passenger in Winnipeg a few cold days…

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    Spacy Connect

    Spacy connect. Our timorous breath   is not enough is nowhere near enough   iJibber this iJabber that The more we make contact The more contacts we make The less we ground The less we rest; Feverishly hearting all the livelong day Under all that overwire everywhere All that overwire everywhen: Less and less we know how to talk .…

  • Short Stories

    Life After

    A Short Story By Maggie Marsden-Sparrow & David Robbins Prologue Grammy new th names of all th flowers and all th plants. She new win to pluk leevs and bury seeds and pluk seeds and bury leevs. She new win the sun would be shining best and wich plants liked to sidl up to wich. She cud her singsongs all…

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    Successful meditation workshop

    Nice cushions, actually. At first I thought they were too high and hard, but now I’m thinking they are just right and actually – now that I’ve been sitting here for a while – like 3 hours so far – with some walking meditation in between; like it hasn’t been three hours straight, but since we started, earlier today, around…

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    their long fucking necks and goofy fucking grins

    giraffes going extinct with their long fucking necks and goofy grins they clearly they had to go were not producing were failing to contribute to GDP or tourist dollars or to their own resistance but clearly big winners in the market for hacked up fucking giraffy parts no-one will miss their long fucking necks and their goofy fucking grins and the…

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    Advice to no-one in particular

    Communicate clearly Make decisions Plan collaboratively Facilitate peoples’ success Hold space for peoples’ talents, interests and passions Let people do what they’re good at Let people do their jobs Let people develop their own relationships Co-define the work, the priorities and the goals Share the thinking Advocate for training, skills and capacity Be a colleague Be a leader Protect people…