Tag Archives: lgbt poetry and experience

Mapping Our Network

Ours is a diverse and shifting Landscape.

We navigate it, plan our path

A network of Commitment and Friendship

Offering service, doing what we can

 

See how the pathways ebb and flow

Its boundaries flickers in the dark

It still exists when it’s not visible

Just reach out, make a mark

 

Ours is a secret and not so secret route

It’s a code we need to share

The way we communicate with each other

The way we show that we care

 

Together we can find a way

To illuminate the map

So that everyone who needs it

Can see and understand it

Incite November 2017

Kisses can have Consequences

Kisses can have consequences.

Even those, secret snatched ones

In the back of someone’s car, or cupboard.

That no-one else saw

 

Kisses do in fact count.

Including those wet, half biting ones

That fill your mouth with saliva…

That you’d like to forget

 

Or the ones, with someone’s

Girlfriend, wife or maiden aunt.

Whilst drunk, and alone,

And provoked, at a party

 

Kisses can have consequences

Even if you have to wait 10 years

To reap the reward

Of their success or failure

 

Sometimes there’s no respite

From the jaw aching

Gut and heart wrenching

Memory of them

 

No amount of concentration

Self control, denial or willpower

Diminishes the ramification

Of that particular kiss

 

Kisses can bury down,

Deep into your subconscious.

Nestle in the marrow of your bones

Become more you, than you are

 

Kisses can be poetry of breath.

Ambrosia of the Gods.

Better than sex, or the start

Of the best sex you have ever had

 

Kisses can have Consequences.

The Way We Were

Performing ‘The Way We Were’ at the British Library launch of the Gay UK Exhibition

Newly arrived in London

Seeking fame, fortune, friendship…

And the kind of sex we couldn’t find

In our small towns and villages.

 

We were ravenous.

Wanted to grab life by the throat,

Or, fall in and be overwhelmed by it.

Grow into ourselves.

 

We were gagging for it.

Brimming with fear and excitement.

Impatient for a brand new life,

Of our own making.

 

We took courses.

Loitered in clubs, pubs and places,

Hoping to meet a bona-fida homosexual

Or become one.

 

We marched together

On streets paved with hope and wonder

Held hands at Greenham – shouted

Made love as much as possible.

 

The way we were

We thought would never change or end

Now the way we are today

Will tomorrow’s history amend

Love, Lusting and Loathing in the Bloomsbury Literati

I researched, wrote and performed an exclusive show for the Bloomsbury Festival in October 2017, which explored the loves and lives of Virginia Woolf and Lytton Strachey.

‘An Odd Couple’