NaPoWriMo Day 2: Fake News

We share and we share and we share

But we don’t care

Where the words came from

Which mouth spewed the rhetoric

That currently resonates

With our own bitterness

Which bilious belly

Heaved and hurled this ‘news’

Onto the world stage.

We snap and snarl and chomp and bite

Only caring that we are right

Regardless of

Fact checking

Snopes snooping

Hoax hopping

Sensationalist snot

Drip drip dripping

From noses stuck in


When did we forget

How to be kindly critical?




Slams the door

Cracks the window

Dints a smile

Burns a path in the grass

All the way

To the incinerator


Shouts an engine

Pounds a horn

Stamps a pedal

Screams a tyre black track


Ends a nightmare

Stops the moment

Snaps eyes open

Epiphany explodes, chilly knowledge

Noise and vision

It’s over.

Let’s play!

An outdoor, under cover play area so bored kids can unwind from shopping even though it’s throwing it down with rain? Well done, White Rose Centre. Good work.

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Have a great weekend.

Going in Pairs

Lads roll their eyes

When they see us pop

To the loo in pairs

Easy to be blasé

When you’ve never been groped

And had no one believe you

Never been pinned against a wall

Never been leered at

With no one to back you up

Never stalked in a dark corridor

Like some sort of prey,

Weak only because

Of foolish patriarchy

That somehow thinks

We would make these things up

Like it’s jolly to say

‘I was touched’

‘I was hurt’

‘I was raped’

Who says these things for fun?

Not all men! Comes the cry.

Of course, and likewise

Not all women lie.

So don’t begrudge us

The fragile safety net of

Going in pairs.

Now that’s faith…

At the Seaside

We went to Hornsea this weekend. It’s where my fiancé’s parents live, so we go fairly often. It’s almost inevitable that we’ll end up on the beach. Even when the kids don’t demand it, I do! And the dog has two walks a day down there, getting rowdy and sandy.

This is a ‘creature house’. In order to understand its purpose, you’d need to have a better grasp of the seven-year-old’s mind than I! For the past few visits, he’s insisted on building one of these. First we have to source the right stones; a firm foundation. Then they have to be laid out quite precisely. Then, usually, one of the big people has to fetch a bucket of seawater to create a pool- so the creatures have water too.

He wandered away from his creature house for a short time, and was delighted to find it attracted some actual creatures! Gulls and a huge crow came to check out the new structure; a proud moment for our intrepid constructor and conservationist.