Song of the Pick

choreographed                and synchronisedfeet placed firmly,                picks held highabove ochre earth,                stark and barea moment hangs                in the stifling airwhile muscles tense                and then releaseearth is shattered,                so is peacerocks split                and stones flymetal sings                and souls crysweat glistens,                teeth are clencheddust encrusted vests                are drenchedthe man just stands                hat on headhands in pockets                nothing’s said […]

My Name is Golden

I never found outwhy my parents chose my name,after a famous book by Kipling,or a glamorous actress of the 1950s,but all through childhoodfriends and family added letters,even whole syllables. Did they think it made my ownthree letters more substantial? Did they think it was cute or funnyto call me Kimmy, Kimbo or Kimberley? When I […]