cowslips
under a break in the clouds
bluebell woods
© Rachel Green 2019
garden gate
made of driftwood
and sun-bleached tree bones.
An artist after my own heart
I could have made that
and no-one would know.
The dogs tread past with sand-strewn pawprints
intent on the next scent,
the next path.
© Rachel Green 2019
Tuesday 30 April 2019
Monday 29 April 2019
29th April 2019
Sunday 28 April 2019
28th April 2019
Saturday 27 April 2019
27th April 2019
Friday 26 April 2019
26th April 2019
Thursday 25 April 2019
25th April 2019
Wednesday 24 April 2019
24th April 2019
chill wind
ruffling the new cornflower plants
furtive sparrows
© Rachel Green 2019
no
just no
stop
© Rachel Green 2019
ruffling the new cornflower plants
furtive sparrows
© Rachel Green 2019
no
just no
stop
© Rachel Green 2019
Tuesday 23 April 2019
23rd April 2019
Monday 22 April 2019
22nd April 2019
Sunday 21 April 2019
21st April 2019
Saturday 20 April 2019
20th April 2019
Friday 19 April 2019
19th April 2019
Thursday 18 April 2019
18th April 2019
warm afternoon
mowing the lawn in a tee shirt
bright aubretia
© Rachel Green 2019
avoiding conflict
I skip another session.
It's funny how many men
don't want to roll with a woman
and especially a transwoman.
Better to save their feelings
than risk being ostracised again.
Sir! It's not fair!
She only beat me
because she used to be a man.
Gee, sir, chill...
I've been a woman longer
than you've been alive.
© Rachel Green 2019
mowing the lawn in a tee shirt
bright aubretia
© Rachel Green 2019
avoiding conflict
I skip another session.
It's funny how many men
don't want to roll with a woman
and especially a transwoman.
Better to save their feelings
than risk being ostracised again.
Sir! It's not fair!
She only beat me
because she used to be a man.
Gee, sir, chill...
I've been a woman longer
than you've been alive.
© Rachel Green 2019
Wednesday 17 April 2019
17th April 2019
Tuesday 16 April 2019
16th April 2019
Monday 15 April 2019
15th April 2019
Sunday 14 April 2019
14th April 2019
Saturday 13 April 2019
13th April 2019
Friday 12 April 2019
12th April 2019
Thursday 11 April 2019
11th April 2019
no sunshine
just the burgeoning leaves
and the litter
© Rachel Green 2019
tasteless apples
in the fruit bowl.
I can hear my mother
talking about starving children
in another continant
and I can't throw them away.
Mind you,
she also believed in a God
who punishes children.
Fuck you, apples.
© Rachel Green 2019
just the burgeoning leaves
and the litter
© Rachel Green 2019
tasteless apples
in the fruit bowl.
I can hear my mother
talking about starving children
in another continant
and I can't throw them away.
Mind you,
she also believed in a God
who punishes children.
Fuck you, apples.
© Rachel Green 2019
Wednesday 10 April 2019
10th April 2019
comfrey
peering shyly from the undergrowth
used condoms
© Rachel Green 2019
Kondoing
for pleasure?
Just stop buying shit, girl.
Throw those unsold paintings,
unused art supplies
decapitated mannequins.
You don't need to be 'arty'
or 'eclectic'
No need for bookshelves
or boxes of computer parts.
Just a pen, a scalpel
and a decent PC
© Rachel Green 2019
peering shyly from the undergrowth
used condoms
© Rachel Green 2019
Kondoing
for pleasure?
Just stop buying shit, girl.
Throw those unsold paintings,
unused art supplies
decapitated mannequins.
You don't need to be 'arty'
or 'eclectic'
No need for bookshelves
or boxes of computer parts.
Just a pen, a scalpel
and a decent PC
© Rachel Green 2019
Tuesday 9 April 2019
9th April 2019
£50, no takers. |
a new crop wind-blown plastic
caught in the dogwood
© Rachel Green 2019
table for sale
an original piece of art
painted on a coffee table.
It's seen some action,
this sturdy piece of wood;
bought in the nineties
it served as a spanking bench,
a bondage table
a piercing booth.
Now for all those people who complained
that I burned a few paintings
I offer it up for fifty quid.
No takers,
unless I drop the price
by half a ton.
© Rachel Green 2019
Monday 8 April 2019
8th April 2019
shiving birch
rotated by gusting winds
my dog's ears
© Rachel Green 2019
darling buds
prised loose by morning gales
I am woken by the shed roof
taking flight across the pond
where brambles claw at innocents
and the remains of last year's iris
scatter dark seeds across the dark water
© Rachel Green 2019
rotated by gusting winds
my dog's ears
© Rachel Green 2019
darling buds
prised loose by morning gales
I am woken by the shed roof
taking flight across the pond
where brambles claw at innocents
and the remains of last year's iris
scatter dark seeds across the dark water
© Rachel Green 2019
Sunday 7 April 2019
7th April 2019
Saturday 6 April 2019
6th April 2019
Friday 5 April 2019
5th April 2019
Thursday 4 April 2019
4th April 2019
"Birch, Wind, Plastic bags" 2019 |
filling up with new growth
sudden shower
© Rachel Green 2019
she asks questions
innocent ones, it seems,
like traumatic episodes
including violence, rape...
did I have gamete storage
and do I miss my mother?
The rest of the day in tears
shellshocked emotions
things I long thought dealt with
ar at least buried deeply enough
they couldn;t rise to torment the living.
I don't need counselling
just a memore wipe.
© Rachel Green 2019
Wednesday 3 April 2019
3rd April 2019
Tuesday 2 April 2019
2nd April 2019
overnight rain
sharpening the fresh greens
schoolboy's phone
© Rachel Green 2019
dim lights
flicker like an old movie
where a murderer lurks
in an old dark house.
if this was a movie
she'd know better than risk the cellar
but this is life
and her phone has a torch function
and there's no such thing as the supernatural
just rats and pigeons
and the squatter who moved in
when her dad died
© Rachel Green 2019
sharpening the fresh greens
schoolboy's phone
© Rachel Green 2019
dim lights
flicker like an old movie
where a murderer lurks
in an old dark house.
if this was a movie
she'd know better than risk the cellar
but this is life
and her phone has a torch function
and there's no such thing as the supernatural
just rats and pigeons
and the squatter who moved in
when her dad died
© Rachel Green 2019
Monday 1 April 2019
1st April 2019
Unshine
bright clouds bring glimmers of light
plum blossom
© Rachel Green 2019
The Great Reduction
The crate of my first editions
and signed copies
put up for sale.
I'd rather have the space
and the peace of mind
than a myriad of books
I'll never read again.
Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman,
Ben Aaronovich
Brad Listi and Graham Joyce,
I still love the novels
but I don'
t need the physicality of them
anymore.
© Rachel Green 2019
bright clouds bring glimmers of light
plum blossom
© Rachel Green 2019
The Great Reduction
The crate of my first editions
and signed copies
put up for sale.
I'd rather have the space
and the peace of mind
than a myriad of books
I'll never read again.
Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman,
Ben Aaronovich
Brad Listi and Graham Joyce,
I still love the novels
but I don'
t need the physicality of them
anymore.
© Rachel Green 2019
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