Wednesday, 28 June 2017

short forms 28th June 2017

she's trans
in her own way
a desire to be them;
a genderfluid disciple
of life


© Rachel Green 2017

overnight rain
against the deep lavender
flattened stalks


© Rachel Green 2017

bedroom clock
running slow
dead batteries
it's a wonder I'm never late
for a funeral


© Rachel Green 2017

I used to fight
upon being woken
by an unexpected touch

now I wake
and apologise for snoring,
breathing, existing

patterns developed by partners


© Rachel Green 2017

drooping eyes indicate tiredness (or stroke)

© Rachel Green 2017

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

short forms 27th June 2017

journey
her dead brother
and the seven gates of Hell.
What else must she give of herself
to win?


© Rachel Green 2017

raspberries
rotting on the stems
last week's strawberries


© Rachel Green 2017

bad dreams
leave me fatigued
morning drowsiness
pranks played on adults
unexpected consequences


© Rachel Green 2017

bad dreams
stem from anxiety
and fear

I fall asleep again
in front of the computer
hands tucked to armpits

cold in June


© Rachel Green 2017

gas-lift chair. Her trapped finger.

© Rachel Green 2017

Monday, 26 June 2017

short forms 26th June 2017

novel
due in three months
but I haven't started.
About time I managed a plot
at least


© Rachel Green 2017

midsummer heat
gives way to overcast chills
fledgling sparrow


© Rachel Green 2017

raised lump
on her index finger
may be a wart

the pain in her back
from a blocked sweat gland
constant

her pulled muscle makes walking painful


© Rachel Green 2017

content
to be sidelined
glossed over
A creature of past glories
all now forgotten


© Rachel Green 2017

vitamin tablets make her defecation runny

© Rachel Green 2017

Sunday, 25 June 2017

short forms 25th June 2017

knowledge
her stepmother
wasn't born a woman.
Did it affect the love she gave?
Who cares?


© Rachel Green 2017

lavender
fanciful sprays
overgrown lawn


© Rachel Green 2017

all you touch
can be reduced
ashes and dust
nothing is permanent
especially not you


© Rachel Green 2017

Jiu-jitsu
the realisation
finally comes

I'm not very good
and I never will be --
too old, too slow

but I love the game


© Rachel Green 2017

she's not young anymore. That's okay.

© Rachel Green 2017

Monday, 19 June 2017

short forms 19th June 2017

gamers:
a confession
from FingerDigitThree
that they're not biologically
a boy


© Rachel Green 2017

evening fire
the heat of the day dies down
fleeting bats


© Rachel Green 2017

sent off a CV
about my writing career
looking for publication
I suspect I'm way too old
and too established a writer


© Rachel Green 2017

old friend
drunker than a box of weevils
spending the night

He becomes depressed again
drives home intoxicated
while all are asleep

I check the news feeds


© Rachel Green 2017

frogs. A whole box of them.

© Rachel Green 2017

Sunday, 18 June 2017

short forms 18th June 2017

deer, sheep, sunglasses
hard drive
wiped long ago
but never used since then.
The recovery of accounts
and nudes


© Rachel Green 2017

love hearts
spread out in the sun
strawberry-fat slugs


© Rachel Green 2017

pulled muscle
it really bugs me
that I can't walk
Jiu-jitsu, though?
work through the pain


© Rachel Green 2017

catfishing
between two minors
no prosecution

how was he to know
his online best friend
was a homophobe?

closed box


© Rachel Green 2017

Her spider egg a constant ache

© Rachel Green 2017

Saturday, 17 June 2017

short forms 17th June 2017

the texts
from a schoolfriend
why don't you kill yourself?
Ten years before the law caught up
with phones


© Rachel Green 2017

morning heat
two little girls raid the garden
strawberry theft


© Rachel Green 2017

Lu requests green tea
but we appear to be out
(apart from one ginger green bag)
I have failed in my duty
to stock the cupboards


© Rachel Green 2017

aching leg
a pulled muscle
after jiu-jitsu

It means I limp
and have trouble standing
or walking

I still do jiu-jitsu


© Rachel Green 2017

barrel-shaped dog. Abusive mother, me.

© Rachel Green 2017

Friday, 16 June 2017

poetry 2017 / 093

Third Fight

I don't remember
what our fight was about
dissatisfaction with the relationship
stagnation over the proximity
or the fact I was away all week
fingerbanging the girls from the art school
(or so you believed).
I recall we were in the park
(or maybe the cemetery)
a bench, anyway,
with you in your winter coat and scarf
and me in my motorcycle leathers.
You walked off,
home to your mother's
or to your friend Jude's.
I went back to Wolverhampton
where the parties went on all night
and smoked a joint on the tower block roof.

short forms 16th June 2017

Number 84 for sale again
chloe
seeking the men
who killed her young brother
by encouraging suicide
transman


© Rachel Green 2017

wood fire
extinguished by evening rain
full moon


© Rachel Green 2017

penguin books
looking for new authors
LGBT
Alas, I've just self published
the only manuscript I had...


© Rachel Green 2017

jiu-jitsu
improving slightly
sparring win

waiting  for an opportunity
flip guard and mount
triple attack

not such a failure...


© Rachel Green 2017

belly fat. She wobbles when walking.

© Rachel Green 2017

Thursday, 15 June 2017

short forms 15th Jine 2017

her death
seems a given
she's bleeding out -- a wound
in her stomach from a rebar
dialling


© Rachel Green 2017

dog barks
on the morning air
elderflowers


© Rachel Green 2017

evening fire
burning the old fish tank housing
end of an era
That tank was here when we bought the house
and now we're leaving


© Rachel Green 2017

working on defence
he takes that calf crush
yet again

he sets it up
from reverse cross chest
and a figure four hold

time to research the defence


© Rachel Green 2017

Her flabby stomach still dismays her

© Rachel Green 2017

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

short forms 14th June 2017

a play
about two killers
who prey on anybody
they fine alone in the locale.
Teen boys


© Rachel Green 2017

runners
the strawberry plants shoot
for the open lawn


© Rachel Green 2017

popping by
on their way to Italy
family member
Trickster goes loopy
summer garden


© Rachel Green 2017

a few days away
I request local dojos
in Newcastle

lovely reply
welcoming me to a place
in the city centre

anticipatory smile


© Rachel Green 2017

her nervousness overrided by learning possibilities

© Rachel Green 2017

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

short forms 13th June 2017

old guys
at the cafe
think they are discreet
but she can hear them quite clearly.
Nosy


© Rachel Green 2017

late aquilegia
rising above the strawberries
montbretia


© Rachel Green 2017

decision
I'll visit Newcastle
for a week
I wonder if any BJJ clubs
would welcome an interloper


© Rachel Green 2017

training
for muscle strength
and stamina

I can take bottom mount
but I can't escape it
blue belt fail

back to basics


© Rachel Green 2017

blue. The belt suits my mood

© Rachel Green 2017

Monday, 12 June 2017

short forms 12th June 2017

I think the cushion is plotting something
three boys
killed her brother
bullied him to his death
on the tracks of the Glasgow train.
Revenge.


© Rachel Green 2017

lavender
a bee clings to the flowers
fighting the wind


© Rachel Green 2017

blind dog
cries for attention
needs to be fussed
a life of isolation
among his peers


© Rachel Green 2017

shifting targets
I rearrange my gym times
to fit DKs client

honestly,
what I really need
is more jiu-jitsu

sparring request


© Rachel Green 2017

fitful sleep. She wakes up exhausted.

© Rachel Green 2017

Sunday, 11 June 2017

short forms 11th June 2017

report:
fell on the tracks
of an oncoming train
The suspicious death of her gay
brother


© Rachel Green 2017

fungi
on the rain-soaked lawn
geranium petals


© Rachel Green 2017

shopping trip
the last of my cash
until next week
Chicken and beefburgers
salad for myself


© Rachel Green 2017

jiu-jitsu blues
my skills are finite
depressing

I used to be okay
now I'm adequate
barely able to defend

"Look! You can beat Rachel."


© Rachel Green 2017

Quiet night. Burning away the past.

© Rachel Green 2017

Saturday, 10 June 2017

short forms 10th June 2017

some hope
for happiness
should be allocated
Her future shouldn't be as bleak
as mine


© Rachel Green 2017

morning rain
strawberries with slug holes
wasted harvest


© Rachel Green 2017

jiu-jitsu trial
I realise I'm not very good
kidding myself
New guy at class
higher belt than me


© Rachel Green 2017

my life
seems pointless
I am unrequired

I could die tomorrow
and no-one would mourn
for more than a fortnight

even the dogs would forget


© Rachel Green 2017

excessive weight. Terrible voice. Useless life

© Rachel Green 2017

Friday, 9 June 2017

short forms 9th June 2017

nightmares
she still can't drive
even after years
of psychotherapy and help.
broken


© Rachel Green 2017

morning sun
the reddening strawberries
eaten by slugs


© Rachel Green 2017

melancholia
fake being happy, young buddy
before it kills you
otherwise the route is
depression and suicide


© Rachel Green 2017

what now
for the fat girl?
not a lot

she wants to be better
but depression and poverty
defeat ambition

fat stomach wobbling


© Rachel Green 2017

sometime the end is welcome relief

© Rachel Green 2017

Thursday, 8 June 2017

short forms 8th June 2017

horror
as the car hits
her brother is thrown up
hits the street sign ten yards away.
Lifeless


© Rachel Green 2017

morning rain
the plump fruit of a strawberry
turning pink


© Rachel Green 2017

the cat
taking up residence
on DK's prayer pillow
She gives no fucks
about the rest of the room


© Rachel Green 2017

small products
received for evaluation
customer survey

some are useful
receive my endorsement
others less so

Soup maker, I'm looking at you


© Rachel Green 2017

jiu-jitsu. She was useless last night.

© Rachel Green 2017

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

short forms 7th June 2017

child's death
hits the whole town
flowers at the roadside
small tokens of affection are
rain-soaked


© Rachel Green 2017

early sun
the degradation of trees
night wind


© Rachel Green 2017

remake
of an old film
amuses me
I seek out the original
for comparison


© Rachel Green 2017

leg day
I add in exercises
for jiu-jitsu

whatever he says
jiu-jitsu is about fitness
and mobility

training for the win


© Rachel Green 2017

still fat. Morning sit-up routine.

© Rachel Green 2017

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

short forms 6th June 2017

sudden
her brother's death
everything slowed down
she can see his rib cage shatter
impact


© Rachel Green 2017

bin day
filling the street with litter
rain and high wind


© Rachel Green 2017

family night
all four of us out
cinema trip
Wonder woman was excellent
Gil Gadot, brilliant


© Rachel Green 2017

gym day
chest and shoulders
solo workout

to my delight
I discover I can flex
pec muscles

first time ever


© Rachel Green 2017

surgery required. Her over-large nose.

© Rachel Green 2017

Monday, 5 June 2017

short forms 5th June 2017

lunch date
seeking revenge
on her brother's killer
She befriends the grown-up daughter
Promise


© Rachel Green 2017

morning rain
on fresh-cut grass
fledgling sparrows


© Rachel Green 2017

 emptying the compost bin
the first of four
to be disposed of
I offer it for a tenner
but nobody wants it


© Rachel Green 2017

the old fish tank
in a chipboard bureau
rotting

we take it apart
stagger with the tank
down the garden

end of an era


© Rachel Green 2017

She dreams of the DSS. Anxiety.

© Rachel Green 2017

Sunday, 4 June 2017

short forms 4th June 2017

new plot
revenge is mine,
says a man who befriends
chloe after her dad kills a
young boy


© Rachel Green 2017

tomato plants
potted in kitchen compost
foxgloves


© Rachel Green 2017

gumtree
just trying to sell shit
I no longer need
trying to reduce the stuff
I can do without


© Rachel Green 2017

a plan
to clean the fish tank
and remove it

the amount of stuff on top
beggars my belief
storage boxes required

maybe a rented garage


© Rachel Green 2017

why are drunk pirates heroic protagonists?

© Rachel Green 2017

Saturday, 3 June 2017

Short Forms 3rd June 2017

grave site
not even a marker
for her deceased mother
just a common area for
ashes


© Rachel Green 2017

morning sun
obscured by clouds
lavender


© Rachel Green 2017

motorbike ride
to Sheffield and back
jiu-jitsu training
I'd have liked it better
if it wasn't raining


© Rachel Green 2017

UPA escape
practice practice practice
until it works

sometimes it's handy
to return to absolute basics
sloppy in experience

I'm really not very good


© Rachel Green 2017

her training won't reduce her stomach

© Rachel Green 2017

Friday, 2 June 2017

short forms 2nd June 2017

Samwise Bartholomew Trumperton: Cleaner of Skulls
grave site
the rough marker
where he buried her dog
to save the cost of cremation.
bare earth


© Rachel Green 2017

geraniums
bees examine the fresh flowers
overcast sky


© Rachel Green 2017

muggy day
the sweat makes my hair sticky
playing with boys
Afterwards my knees hurt so much
I skip my gym workout


© Rachel Green 2017

telephone call
selling Lu's Skoda
a bloke's promise

I'm on my way, he said
and I decline a cash offer
because it would be dishonourable.

He never turns up.


© Rachel Green 2017

her bruises will fade in time

© Rachel Green 2017