vogue model
walking casually along
normal French gentleman
© Rachel Green May 2026
Elizabeth Frink
expressions of trauma
an unknown political prisoner
and the Tate Bird
the sprit of conquest
in animal and man.
Dead cat, dead rabbit, dead hen;
twisted in hunger and suffering
the bone cathedrals of terror
and tangled figures
tumbling through foreign skies.
© Rachel Green May 2026
"what time is it?"
pigeons asking questions
"what time is it?"
© Rachel Green May 2026
Awaiting Midnight
red coloured earth
mixed with rabbit-skin glue
and river water;
black earth pigment,
charcoal and soot;
smeared onto ancient paper
recovered from hoarded houses;
shredded and pressed
dried under the morning sun.
© Rachel Green May 2026
writing
beset by dogs wanting fuss
dribbly cat
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Trajectory Fields
a sense of play
in aleatory nature
beach pebbles making tracks
through figures drawn in sand.
the nature of diagrammatic illusion
unifying disparate spaces;
mind and body cojoined
with medieval humours;
the Self as medium, subject, tool.
No facts are sacred
and none are profane:
The unsettling of all things
in endlessly seeking.
© Rachel Green May 2026
Bergerac
land of love and green
fields of vines
© Rachel Green May 2026
Closing Polls
voting forms
require just the one X
but all across England
old white men embellish
adding the tails to the cross
and hang their swastikas proudly
red on a white field
on every fucking lamp post.
Reform Cunts
© Rachel Green May 2026
sunshine
enables some garden jobs
packing cases
© Rachel Green May 2026
No-Mow May
Over the roar and throb
of a council lawnmower
and another worker with a leaf blower
fly tones of a heated argument.
the tenant of a house
with unkempt front garden
which has been cut down by a yellowjacket
with an industrial strimmer.
It seems he also cut down the mans hedging
as it rose above the flowering grass stalks
ripe for the culling.
And now the tenant is cross.
Checking the raised voices
I stand ready to intervene
but it's three council blokes and one tenant
and none of my fucking business
© Rachel Green May 2026
Trump playing 'UNO'
holding all the cards
what a loser
© Rachel Green May 2026
Night Thoughts I
I overhear two nurses
talking about veganism
and the problems therein.
"The problem," says the first,
a tall man in his thirties,
"is that vegan meat substitute
has an identical structure
to human flesh, and once you get the taste
it becomes insatiable
and never goes away."
His friend nods in agreement,
looks at her watch
finishes her drink
and quietly leaves.
He's not entirely wrong --
Vegan meats are made of mushrooms
and fungi are closer to human
than they are to plants.
© Rachel Green May 2026
Cuba
prepares for US invasion
"Disney Franchise Day"
© Rachel Green May 2026
Sinking into Earth
let me die alone
the end of my days
filled with silence and joy;
a garden full of trees
and wild flowers;
my body left where it fell
covered by leaves
and eaten by the teeming life
above the soil and below it.
let me die in old age
but before infirmity overtakes me
surrounded by paintings
and my body left to rot
on a pristine white canvas;
the last art I ever make
arranged by decomposition
and the depredation of maggots.
Let me die speedily,
before I see it coming;
an aneurism, a bullet,
a falling statue thrown by a teenage boy*
whose parents care not at all.
let me greet Death
with my faculties intact
and my lust for life sated.
© Rachel Green May 2026
