The Song of Knotweed by Tom
You brought us here,
To your cold damp islands,
From other islands,
Where they they gave us 689 names,
Because you thought we were beautiful,
You brought us here,
To your cold damp islands,
From other islands,
Where they they gave us 689 names,
Because you thought we were beautiful,
The stones come alive,
with small forms
like flakes of the stone
Blown eddying upon the wind…
Gratitude to the London Trans Pride march on Saturday. A space with thousands of people completely ignoring the heteronormative fakeness that plagues our lives, being their true powerful unique selves. …
When I have my own garden
It is shared,
I agonise about ideas of ownership,
