Christmas Number 4

This is a poem I adapted to perform last at the farewell for the Wellington Feminist Poetry Club and the dawning of a new age….the launch of the Wellington Feminist Creative Collective. We are rising like splendid Phoenix – dazzling and beautiful. A tinsel messSo this is it:another year of covid,just a few weeks beforeContinue reading “Christmas Number 4”

Reading between the lines

In the last decade or so, Western society has developed a very weird intolerance for ageing women. Of course historically, women have always been judged on their perceived youthful beauty, purity and potential to produce male heirs. Older women were painted as crones, evil step-mothers, bitter spinsters. But there seems to be a concerted effortContinue reading “Reading between the lines”