Beginnings | Rebecca Nunns

The ‘reality’ is a maze Too hazy for my naïve Girlhood Fiction is worse Love ends in loss Or hatred I was once waiting for him The prince charming The ‘Mr Darcy’ But not anymore Now I’ve chosen The men of my world Derrida, Marx and Camus Whose arguments wipe my Humiliated tears Whose philosophies…

it’s hard to be hip after seventy abandon hope all ye who enter keep your opinions from calcifying and your beliefs will astound you humor, not memory, is your ally love and laughter bring others along honor your white hair and wrinkles they’ll stay faithful until the end gather wildflowers be thankful and rejoice The…

(For the Buguza Secondary School and its founder, Dr. Wanda Evans-Brewer.) With pulled wings of a visionary the eagle glides, touching lives when the Tanzanian stars gathered their blinks, revealing rich-flunged parts of Buguza, when the nacarat sky beyond the young school children tweed for the early season’s rain The eagle has taught them a…

You can trust your friends and live togethersharing out what you have forever.The flowers will bloom and you’ll laugh in the heather. They’ll give you your what-will-be(s). The stars will fall around your head,pointing out your words, orange and red.They’ll raise you up, born and bred. Bedtime praying on your knees. Party animals will spill…

As the kitchen staff go on the warpathwith the head chef leading the culinary chargeon the waiters and waitresses, under-staffed,drawing their cutlery for a tomato blood-bathThe summer season’s over again. All the deck chair’s now have been folded upand the little old ladies with their lovely cuphave had their biscuit and their seaside napback home…

April   This year April will be yellow and bright, with the usual UFOs appearing in the heavens to those who can spot them. Chaucer and Eliot pop their heads up to let us know how sweet or cruel the rest of the season will be. Memories of girls named April spring back to life. …