7-Minute Itch

28/11/2017 - 19:00

Janine will be giving the first and possibly only performance of her as-yet unpublished long poem 'A Tale of Two Cities (The Rich and the Towerful)' about the Grenfell Tower fire.

Plenty of other poets and performers will be doing their thing, at an evening devoted to longer spiels than we rhymesters usually do.

Venue: Rehab Hackney, 271 Well Street, London E9 6RG 

Year On, Cancer Gone - But For How Long?

Wednesday was the anniversary of my breast cancer surgery, and to celebrate, I had an appointment with the surgeon. Or, as it turned out, with the surgeon’s fellow surgeon, a little less senior. Shame: I would have liked to have seen Ms Parvanta to thank her for saving my life and sewing me up so beautifully.

So here is the great news. The mammogram carried out two weeks ago shows that everything is fine. The cancer has gone, departed, taken its leave, got a single ticket on the long train to nowhere. Hurrah.

I will have a yearly mammogram to check that it has not returned. It seems that cancer can come back even after several years. A close friend of mine has just had hers reappear seven years after it was removed, so now has to go through the whole caboodle again.

New Breast Cancer Meds Approved

I have just come back from hospital having had my mammaries grammed. Yes, it is nearly a year since my surgery, and to comammarate this anniversary, my boobs must be squeezed and scanned again. A trip down mammary lane. Enough of the mammary puns now, please.

This will be an annual check to see whether the cancer has come back. Had I not already had breast cancer, I would be having this mammogram once every three years, so I feel rather safer than if I hadn't.

The procedure itself remains the same boob-squishingly hilarious process that it was last year. I note to myself how matter-of-fact I am about these things now. It's part of life, specifically of life continuing.

Scales of Injustice

Pick up the leaflet
pick up a pen
Rate on a scale of nil to ten
how broken is your heart
how much your life is rent apart
Rate your mental state
Is it three or six or eight?

Rate on a scale of nil to ten
Where nil is
I don't give a toss about them'
And ten is
'I'll never feel intact again'

Transnational Anthem

God save one's gracious tax
Long live one's noble sacks
God save one's tax
Send it on holiday
Make sure the proles all pay
I own the islands anyway
God save one's tax

One has to be much shrewder
Deposit some in Bermuda
And some offshore
Take all the dosh one's got
Fill up one's golden pot
And stash it on the Royal Yacht
Then get some more

A Cellarful of Solidarity

18/11/2017 - 19:00

Poetry on the Picket line grew out of the solidarity work carried out by the poets involved with supporting PCS members in the National Gallery dispute. Committed to using the power of poetry to move people, they have always believed in putting their money where their mouths are and, with this in mind, they are holding their first fundraiser:

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