[tabby title="Poem"] The hand me down already taggedas second hand, therefore unclassed,yet the museums full of such,as archaeology digs deepor genealogists explorewhat grew before, family tree.There’s value in antiquitydespite ceramic as spittoon,when function overtakes the form,as treasure drawn from heaps...

[tabby title="Poem"] TV corpses the shape of closed books,barely big enough to fill a sheet,while a middle-aged married coupletalk in the dark about daysfar enough in the past to bluffas being more than just lost,and the politician on the billboardis...

[tabby title="Poem"] You've spent so much time listening to hate,you couldn't hear the truth in your current state,ranting and raving at every hour of the day... and night.For your friends to be the vessel that you would use, to decant...

[tabby title="Poem"] 1. How to teach a nation I'm othered by, how to save electricity.2. Realising the othering happened when fictional lines were drawn by colonisation.3. Recognising the borders weren't drawn in our DNAs.4. Mislabling my existence as 'accident'.5. Correcting...

[tabby title="Poem"] Buzzing like a marketplace.Incessant beeping, rolling trolleys, spinning red lights urgent from far away.Passing white robes with magnifiers, blue gowns with barren eyesSome glazing over wide-eyed, others with sunken eyes, others with twinkles.Trading time, negotiating with the Master...