Scarebears debut single ‘Scapegoat’ opens with stern spoken word that acts as launch pad for an audio OOF! factor ten take-off, each note from there unleashing like a tightly coiled spring so embroiled are they in the energy and conviction of the lyrical message; one that takes serious issue with the idea of the far right actually having Continue reading
Women
Roses Are Dead
Poetry inspired by both the experiences and posts of some much valued friends.
With thanks to Denx Arman for use of the header image (licensing). Continue reading
Mr T and the Art of Profiting from Snow
In the early 90s I worked London’s markets; the following is an account of true events:
There we were, early hours of the morning, the market having been snowed off, in an illegally open workingmen’s club, surrounded by every one drinking there, having been led to a dark storeroom by the barman on account of our walking in laden with stock I didn’t want to risk leaving in the motor and T, in his quest for a sherbet, didn’t want to unload before going to the club.
They thought the gear was nicked; hot off the back of a lorry; perhaps one driven by a workingman mate and he’d get grief for it. Perhaps, in being workingmen who normally did an honest day’s work (allegedly), they simply didn’t like types who cut corners, did things at other’s expense in the name of a few bob.
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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 