Poem for Renee Good  –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed,  You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026

Fked by the patriarchy Again and Again – we take the chairs, we send the phones, we pay the theft and we say NO, fk that! 20 February 202620 February 2026

The front door creaks open — stillness interrupted — heavy footsteps cross the threshold, the waft of body odour displacing fresh air, a familiar voice can be heard, 1 February 202624 February 2026

Back steps 18 December 202511 December 2025

dumb woman 2 June 20252 June 2025

Mother’s Day reblog: a poem by Frank Solanki 12 May 202512 May 2025

Poetry is far superior to men 8 May 20255 June 2025

My general beefs with WordPress: part 2 17 September 202421 September 2024

Sinéading 26 August 202417 March 2025

Jake the peg 24 January 202425 January 2024