A lament

No, I have never found With anyone, a common ground A place, you could say Comfortable, for me to stay Forever, with my special one No need, for me to ever stray.

Castoff

The sun has scorched my mind, Burnt up in the heat of desertion I’ve wandered for days, this seared stretch of land Fending for myself in this drought, this gritty heat Toasting under a grill of harsh elements Your cruel mirage refuses to disappear Dancing, hands waving calling me home along the horizon You never leave…

Mother Dearest

A cosy homespun life, the family characterisation The Mother, the supreme refuge of nurturing preservation Her walls of steel providing sturdy accommodation Built high to shut out public invasion The pressure of perfecting her life’s greatest creation Whites of their eyes screaming incrimination What if Mother Dearest thinks her child’s human rights fit for violation?…

If you were…

A city. A destination. Weekend getaway. Sky lining sky rise. Stuffed windows First morning light Inner city police siren Thunder trembling bridges Whisky craving poetry Dabbing on lips, water that I need. I’d walk on the other side with you. ~ Z. E. Garside

Speaking on multiculturalism

Over the course of the next few months I would like to include more of my work from theorising on multiculturalism. No doubt influenced by the multicultural reality that many of us now find ourselves in, my propensity to look at things from multiple perspectives continues to grow and develop. As I originate from Rochdale…

Eighty-two words for love

I went down to the water and saw them Face down in the wet hours weeping Red flower donations Language changing with the flow of the river Fleeing the flood, singing a different tune Silver fish darting toward where river greets mouth Fresh lake water gargle A harvest for rain, pray heaven, from the skies…

Since you went away

Since you went away I’ve been coughing up A love that tastes Like spring I see you every year In bloom A crowd of yellow and gold A vast sea of daffodils Cupping the last of the suns light In your upturned petals I hear you in the Swallows sweet song Singing your soul out…

Bumble to my Bee

Honey Bee You fill my heart With your sticky stuff My love for you Renders me I’m sugar blind For your amber nectar Let it trickle Spurt and Spill Through my veins Till they are golden Honey Bee Your honeycomb skin And your hair golden In the light Give me more of your sweetness Lay…

Foreplay

He said baby come I’ll tell you my story in the language of my lust Whispered Against the soft fuzz of your ripe feminine fruit Watching As you listen Squirm and swell My firm words dancing In your beautiful hell Your passion pocket blushing Feverish crimson He said baby come Let the lick of my lines…

Surrender

Wake me from my year long night And kiss me like you’re the sun that bears down On my silvery skin till my naked body Reddens and blackens Till I whiten to a soft ash then Blow me across the shimmering sea of your love Like you’re a passionate wind Inhale an inch of my…

Le Petit Mort

Wandering from cold and lonely cities Like aimless pedestrians Leaving behind loveless palaces Toward the open bowels of page 3 towns Unbelievable women wait Like beggars in these darkened streets Swallowing money Like public telephones Refusing to connect a call Eyes like pocket sized mirrors Bodies screaming, Reckless Frenzied cravings to touch and be touched. Desire…

Rewind The Film

Naked hands of nostalgia, Coil around my bare neck. Rewind the film. Turning back the pages of our book, Your gentle touches aroused me Like soft kisses to my brain. Rewind the film. Our night sky pregnant with possibility. Sparkling constellations of romantic ardour. Together. Me and you. Wedded in a cosmic blender. Rewind the…

Indiscretion

Thin pink lips contorted into a fat lie. Betrayal lingering on the thread of his breath. His mask slipping. Sorry. The confessions of his eyes wandering, Fastening me on the spot, sweating. Every fibre of my body shedding, Tears of my souls left overs. Flowing like water down a flushed toilet. Light behind my face, galloping away…

Culture in the news.

Culture. A culture of racism. A culture of political correctness. A culture of bigotry. A culture of ignorance. A culture of police brutality. A culture of violence. A culture of sexual violence and rape against women. A culture of institutionalised child sex abuse. A culture of historic sexual abuse. A culture of Apathy. A culture…

Child psychology and starting school

In an article published in The Telegraph in 2014, Liz Bayram, Chief executive of the Professional Association of Childcare and Early Years (PACEY) attempted to demonstrate some of the elements and concerns regarding children’s transition into formal schooling. Mainly she discussed the challenges that both children and their parents face when taking that all important first…

Last Sip

His half drunk eyes His old-goat smile His breath a liquor infused stench His words composed like a drunken foreign language His jokes revealing his stupidity His conversation turning his once handsome face ugly His loneliness like the slow squeeze of a testicle From an ice cold hand His only friend: Melancholy His mask: Jovial His own…