Saturday, 10 October 2026

10th October 2026


 


frightened cat

racing through a fence gap

Widget follows


© Rachel Green October 2026


Temptation


I was tempted by someone

(most would say 'the Devil'

but He doesn't do that)

to buy a bacon cob

in a crusty white bap

with a fried egg and cheese

and a free coffee.


I considered it

for the length of time it took

to walk past the shop

and far enough away to not turn back

because the smell was wonderful

but I gave up meat

because pigs are as intelligent as dogs

and an octopus even more so

and if I ate pig now

(barring starvation and end-of-world scenarios)

where would it lead?


I've heard the warnings:

one bite of bacon

is a downward slope to snatching babies

and frying them with mushrooms and onions


Society as a whole frowns on that

and bake you to death

in your own kitchen oven.


© Rachel Green October 2026


Friday, 9 October 2026

9th October 2026

 



telling a lady

she looks fabulous

big smile


© Rachel Green October 2026


No Rosie in Sight


it doesn't matter that you're fragile

you'll get the blame anyway

for their foul mood

you've just got to smile and stand back

and let the man go first

because he can barely stand upright

and needs his lager refunded

so he can buy cider instead.


© Rachel Green October 2026


Thursday, 8 October 2026

8th October 2026

 



dizzy feeling

as my gait veer to the right

cambered paving


© Rachel Green October 2026


Not a Fetish*


I've been a woman

longer now than ever I was a man

and my family knew I was trans

from as early as I can remember

it's not a fetish -- it's not a fad -- 

but if my existence threatens you

ask yourself why?

I'm not asking for your money

(except in exchange for art)

I'm not abusive to anyone

and I'm certainly not starting wars

molesting children (or anyone else)

or inciting xenophobia in a nation.

I'm not knocking down a house

that doesn't even belong to me

or falling asleep in meetings

with heads of state and ministries.

I'm not robbing old ladies,

revoking women's rights,

initiating ethnic cleansing,

or going door to door

telling folk that your god hates you.


What I am doing

is spreading some good will,

writing to entertain

and picking up the litter

your local electorate dropped.


And if you're a lesbian woman:

I'm so sorry that you presenting as masc

makes people think you're trans;

but it's hardly my fault

that people you don't know

don't know that you're being you.


© Rachel Green October 2026


*response the the butch lesbian posting she's ashamed to be LGBTQ++

because of all the bastard transfolk it includes.


Wednesday, 7 October 2026

7th October 2026

 



morning rain

the ground littered with chestnuts;

beech husks


© Rachel Green October 2026


My name is -- and I am fat


in line

at the slimmer's weigh-in

quietly confident I've done well

after the depression gains

I miss my turn once, twice,

distracted by a small lady dog

who waits for adoration.


any more for the raffle?

the closing cry of the weigh-in

before the stories start


© Rachel Green October 2026


Tuesday, 6 October 2026

6th October 2026

 



bark practice

he judges all the car speeds

former life


© Rachel Green October 2026


sometimes

the teeth dissolve

in the stomach acid of pigs

but you can't count on that

because mostly they pass through

and get pooped out

for John the farmer to collect

in his repurposed coffee jars.


© Rachel Green October 2026


Monday, 5 October 2026

5th October 2026

 


Australia rang
my throwing skills fail me
old Boomer lady

© Rachel Green October 2026

Morita

Japanese therapy
a period of complete rest
followed by simple tasks
despite overwhelming emotion
read aloud while anxiety cripples
wipe the kitchen counters as you cry
sweep the yard as the fury rages.
work gently through the agony
feel a tiny piece of satisfaction
as the job that couldn't be done yesterday
is slowly performed.
feeling better.

© Rachel Green October 2026

Sunday, 4 October 2026

4th October 2026



midnight cleaning
the state of the bathroom
prevents a shower

© Rachel Green October 2026

They Just Stopped Buying
liquid fabric softener: not a product
even boomers like to use: we'd rather
the convenience of capsules, thanks.

Paper napkins always seemed too posh
for daily use (though I prefer the cloth
and wash, the family doesn't like the feel
and tear through sheets of kitchen roll instead.

Cereal is still a thing that I enjoy and so too
does millennial child (though theirs is sweet
with extra sugar piled on top and mine is plain)
but then I eat too much and put on weight and cry.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend
but who these days don't care
that natural ones are mined with blood
when lab-grown stones still shine as bright.

Canned tune here is still a thing
because the children scoff it up in hot and cold
though I choose not to eat of former life
(save in apocalyptic times) I buy it still for them.

Cable television was fine when I was twenty, still
the fibreoptic comes with subscripted fees
and personally I would stick to that which I can stream
of download to a personal device.

Formal china sets were saved for best when I was young;
reserved for Christmas day and otherwise in cupboard kept.
My sister kept my mum's: now both are dead
those fancy plates were landfill long ago.

Orange juice a concept that the rich folk had
and fancy hotel meals with breakfast laid downstairs
but what Del Monte men may say
will touch me not and orange squash will here be bought.

We still have landline telephone
that's used by telemarketers and those
from foreign seedy businesses to scam
the unsuspecting few and also me.

I never bought a paper and preferred
to watch the news instead and trust the BBC
to be impartial (I, the fool) and not I read the sites
that tell me everything I do is wrong instead.

Cow's milk still consumed in bulk by those
who loke their sugared drinks; the chocolate shakes
and salted café latte with a dash or two of syrup
and a chocolate drink for bedtime too.
 
Alarm clocks are no more a thing -- we all have phones
to tell the time and sound the morning bell
and tech moves on forever
and those carriage clocks are just memorials to time.

The list goes on, and so does life:
what use is it to moan about the 'good old days'
though now we refute thousand year old science
and laud the plagues we thought had gone for good.

© Rachel Green October 2026

They Just Stopped Buying Them