Joanna BradshawMy aunt Fan is the loveliest person you ever could meet. She used to be a librarian. She draws intricate patterned thingies that would blow your mind. She has the best sense of humour. She plays the piano. And I’ve always thought, since I was four, that if only all grown-ups could read books aloud […]
I have an inordinate fondness for stars and beetles I think in Venn and Quadratic equations No man who cannot be trusted with an apostrophe Should be in charge of bombs Or Value Added Tax Or vaginas A radical policy Hear me out When the moon is dark and Our hearts are dark And like […]
For my mum who has been unlucky enough to break her arm playing catch but who is nonetheless wonderful. I seem to have a problem Not the kind where You go and see a nurse A therapist Or ring a hearse Not a problem with sanity Or even mild depravity I just seem to have […]
I’m not quite myself today I said To my friend on the internet Whom I’ve never met And she said When were you last yourself and I said Let me see I remember that day In two thousand and three When I didn’t have to speak or leave the house But stayed swathed in a […]
I have 34 promises of secrets unlocked from that bloke who says video marketing rocks in my inbox I have fifteen plus ones and a whole bunch of pokes I’m not sure what twerking is n’anyway I don’t think it matters I’ll make goals through to christmas and hold the fixed grin I’ll handcuff my muse and […]
My dad died. He was sick, tired, alcoholic, in a mess. But, still our dad. He taught me in a roundabout way, about unconditional love. Even if he never cared where we were, or what we did at school, or whether we were getting married, he was just there, beaming and welcoming whenever we did […]