Connecting Through Corona

  NAMING THE FUTURE       While most of us seek a fresh world, some of us                               Keep an eye on strange weather. In London today, Sun was shining despite the active bite in the air.   It was a new form of shock, a crack in the wind To remind us that if we are to be finally free Of our houses there may yet be borders behind which   We all will need to beware. These may range From the barriers of the heart to those of once familiar Countries, made all the more strange now that Brexit   Spreads its contagion like germ across ground That everyone from Blake to the Beatles sang of, If only to hold onto something. And yet this place   Was never that. Its empiric dream just playacting, With the horrors within less profound. From its Victorian Pomp to the violence inflicted under The Raj an...

‘This is My Day’ This is my day, these are my choices These are my actions and my changing voices. Many paths lay ahead and many paths I leave behind, Which way will I go, which way will I find? And you ask me to decide, You ask me to choose one way. But I can’t follow a single path, I am happy to stray. I don’t mean to get lost and I don’t mean to lose sight, I just mean that I’ll wander through the day and the night. And when I say wander I mean that I’ll venture, I mean that I’ll take chances and not live by a censor. For I am confident that opportunities will lead me to great things, I am open to life’s challenges and all that life brings. My heart is wide open to embrace and to share, And my mind is as hungry to learn and to dare.’ by Rachel Mathews-McKay, Dublin, Ireland Biography:  Rachel Mathews-Mckay – mixed race of Irish, Jamaican, Bermudian and Canadian heritage but born in Bradford, West Yorkshire. She has been settled in Dublin, Ireland for the past 21 years where, sin...

  FOR A FUTURE LOVE     How does the heart heal once hurt, or perhaps Forked by feeling? For even prised from the sleeve Its trace lingers, as a hopeful hand holds it out   For your scrutiny, even if of course, you reject it. Which you have your right to do as so many Will want to bouquet theirs to ease doubt.   And yet across these difficult days I have felt myself Fall unthreaded. To be picked up by wind I’m still watching As I stay inside weighed by dreams. In which you came   To feature so fast, so I wanted every word I had to contain you, And to praise you, too. For your kingdom and a kingdom Still to come I’d tear seams from that deblooded sleeve   To the soul if I thought that you might find it worthy. I would make myself King of splinters and let the martyrs’ wood Spike my skin. For I simply imagined, all at once an entirely   New life beside you, as the current one we’re all living, Even if for a limited time feels like sin. We just don’t...

  KIRIE’S KISS       Saint Francis of Assisi cared hard, as does she through Her purpose, but Kirie’s kiss is not wasted as the love It represents is for souls housed in an animal’s skin As opposed to the men she has honoured, as she granted   Them sex through work, her protection for those Without voice warmed the cold - which stems from the cruelty Life grants. As a saviour of strays, the cats and dogs calm her, For just as men grew wild before her, so this noble nature   Girl took them in. Letting them penetrate and crowd her, With a penile chorale, their notes wavered from the low Moans of wanting to the increasingly high pitch of sin. Each ejaculation she stoked led to the precious animal   Fur she loves stroking. Kirie funded her love for her pets Through her body and through her body’s use, she allowed Men do to do what they wilt, as she in turn never wavered, By not letting them know how she suffered,...