Turquoise Monster

Dear Mr Grove This is an amazingly harrowing spoken word / performance poem about our education system here in the UK by Jess Green.

A new month has snuck up and begun on me – this sadly means I missed a couple of deadlines for poems and stories and that, that I wanted to submit. But it also means I am in a month of exciting challenges. Number one is Screnzy or Script Frenzy which is a spin off […]

I have been working on my visual poetry journal again lately, this was last nights creation. The text says: Shopping! For shoes, bags, Dresses – That just WOW number Meaning Nothing in the empty dark Sinking down on digitised Gold… Give in and consume, be part of it and dream of meaning After all there […]

The danger of home schooling is that the kids only learn what the parents wants The danger of forced schooling is that the kids only learn what the governments want The danger of religous schooling is that the kids only learn what the religons want The danger of military schooling is that the kids only […]

The turmoil, the pain The trials to fill in that form again All your energy All your time Don’t you know being ill’s a crime? Too ill to work No one wants the lame But fit for work Hide your face in shame And when the humiliation is done When ATOS and the government have […]

I’ve been reading around the blogs again and finding out stuff I probably should have already known. First off I knew that poetry, even ‘professionally’ published doesn’t sell in huge numbers. You are looking at about 500 copies a title, today I found out that it is basically the same number for picture books over […]

To write the words, I need the thought To form the thought, I need the pen To find the pen, I need to shop The Stationers, aladdin’s cave Which thoughts should I think Pink glitter, or stealth nib? I choose the pen to form the thought That lurks in the shadows of my mind Winkled […]

The ghost rattled the chimney Chiming the dust of bricks Blowing through holes made centuries ago With nails cut into shape Jagged and misplaced in darkened wood Smoke curling, a hand for a moment The draft from ill fitting pane Scatters it before a hold could be took We clogged the sole With shreds of […]

Whispers of remembrance scorch my ears Stories of lives left undone An anchor for ambition Sinking those that could have grown with the flow Tears of the soul death Eating away layers of veneer

For Alaric and keeping going to be the person you need to be 🙂 The Dream You and me we had a dream Do you remember? Once we were so keen Life excitement The need for extremes It poured forth And we bathed But responsibility Made us cave So we sink Sunk by being brave […]