In the year of our covid-19, zeitgeist of fear, death our tell-tales hearts kept beating and somehow we found this undercurrent of a little hope and joy…you said comedy is tradegy + time …UNmute yourself you said bits & pieces in this dinner party atmosphere but with joy of sharing, of meeting again of somehow…

How dare you speak up? Say your name? You are voiceless. You are a woman, a mother, my wife. Everyone knows who wears the pants under this roof. You have no value except this house, the stove, the bed. If you want to speak, ask my permission. If you want to sing, ask me first.…

He drove across the country in a pandemic. In search of a new home, a new life. “Trans on the run” he said. What was he running from? I wondered and I watched. He found himself in Florida. No money, no family, no friends. Delivering for Instacart to make ends meet. His car broke down.…

My hand is on you to steady you my words are there to inspire you But some days they are not that Some days, your own hands give you a backhander, And you reel, remembering The smack, the sleight, the bile The moments when you were cold and alone for days and years And no…

Ring-a-ring-a masks A pocket full of gloves A-tishoo, a-tishoo lock your doors! we sneeze at you!

This Journey has been wild! Given pain to ecstasy! Bam! Age 38 awakening! Could it really be?! Wow…this is how my body and soul comes alive…so long resting dormant. Years just wondering “what is wrong with me?” I understand now, how it was possible not to know my true self, and as my layers unfold,…

The English girl was stoned with accords? Was she really being hot-tie tot-tie with big words. Was that really sooo knot-tie or was she calling for pilates. Words, how we cling to them grasp and attach them like swords. Piercing, penetrating, projecting, protecting tender hearts and minds. Momentum of big words sliding off tongues with…

Let me explain how long it took me to say those words aloud and what generations of people before me who could never, ever utter those words audibly for fear of being persecuted, jailed, beaten and even killed must have felt. The fact that so many, too many, people endured the hell of having to…

My mask came off at 19. 40 years later I wear another mask. I’m still hiding but from a different sadness and I’m not the same. The shadow of the street, of the theatre, of the football ground, of the night, has become darker. The spider I wanted to help away last week has become…

If you have a roof over your head The chances are there are walls Supporting that roof They help keep out the noise Of the neighbours and the street Some walls should be dismantled Or even demolished You might want to knock a wall through And put in a window To let more light in…