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Seasonal Adjustments

About this time last year a fellow DAO Blogger got all christmas carol on my facebook. I went to work and found some old geezer sucking on his humbugs. No one spoke up for the holiday. So, i took it upon myself to do so. Cos, the poetry of misery ...

watercolour painting of a pot plant on a veranda

A Journey With My Self: Flight

Nick Lewis is an author, poet and artist. He was diagnosed with MS some 30 years ago. What follows is a serial collection of stories based on incidents in his life during that time. It was summer 1988. My wife Tio, an international aid worker for the Red Cross, had been ...

Sorry. No Access. Thank You.

There will be no segregation in this poem. Only a separation. I am no separatist but I wonder if we were to separate if we could use access to enforce the exclusion of those we would separate from as they who chose our exclusion use no access to separate us ...

Usurprising

Together 2017’s Prisong by gobscure on show at East Ham Library until 15th December What’s in a name? gobscure? Small g standing for g who wants to be obscure, feels obscure, is obscure? g’s obscure practice that challenges you to look, inquire, think or feel the sickness and walk away? Maybe. ...

Hanging On In Herne Bay

Herne should you have never learned it, is the hunter. Herne the white hunter runs with the deer, his spear in his hand. The briar never stopped him. He’d just run through it. Just as today, inspired by a photo of a sign on a lamp post in Herne Bay ...

infusion

The Crohn’s Chronicles

I feel compelled to share a piece of my personal story. I put everything else out there, why not this? About six months after a very ugly divorce, I was diagnosed with Crohn's Disease. It is an incurable autoimmune disorder that effects the digestive system. There are a myriad of ...

The Systemic Analysis of our Glorious Servant

I can’t remember when I first heard the ticking of a clock. I do recall however; the last time the alarms went off. I recall today; rarely. The decades roll in, roll out. Hands up for the 70’s and the progressive notion that crips could work computers. I was there. ...

Faces in the Wardrobe

I Have Faces in my Wardrobe – A Poem

I have faces in my wardrobe It’s hard to know which one to wear Some are too worn And some not worn at all Hurt has become the rags that is now my skin If they go, I will be cold and naked against it all They say if you don’t wear something For a year then ...

Acorn: Orbiting

A tawdry rag, a photo taken somewhere, a Gormley man in Margate. We talked about it coming. We wondered if it would look the same way as other Gormley men do – out to sea. We wondered if the time had come for Gormley men to look inward or down ...

Screwing a light bulb into the Sky'

Oxymoronic?

This might be strange from an artist/writer who uses her medium politically a lot of the time, but I think art does not change the world. I look at my art and writing as a shield to face the world and maybe divert the thought, the action and the heart ...