People often call me a feminist. It’s not a label I’d give myself even if never disagreeing with anything in the small amount of feminist literature read. I do, though, consider myself relatively well informed on Continue reading
sexism
Excuse Me, Love: The Hot Flab Debut is a Scorcher!
There are some albums that don’t merely convey a vibe or message, but also a time and place. Some utterly outstanding albums are only the first two. When one is all four, though, it becomes something . . . magical; something with the spine-tingling power to take the listener back to that time and place like being stood there breathing and feeling the very same air.
Excuse Me Love is one of those albums. Continue reading
No Thanks
This poem is inspired by one written a few weeks ago: Hollywood
Hollywood relied on a play of words to say something concise about a serious subject.
It also used a ‘playground metre’ to give it a ring-of-roses feel; the hope being to replicate the flippancy frequently shown dark matters. Continue reading
Hollywood
A poem about Hollywood and the events recently in the spotlight there. Events present from its conception. Events present every and any where else too. Even way back before anyone ever knew films could be made or that there’d be a whole town dedicated to doing so when they could. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan 