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Jude writes poetry and short stories. She has had several short stories published and is currently working on a YA novel and putting together a poetry collection. She lives in the West Country.
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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Spider Thread

Sorry for blurriness, that's as good as I could get the image to look. You can't format this sort of thing on here as text.

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Response to mass letter sent to the voting public from Mr Cameron

Dear Mr Cameron, I’ve received your letter
saying the economy’s getting better
and how our mortgages are staying low.
I rent this house, in case you didn’t know
and haven’t had a payrise in five years,
while the interest rate on my ISA
mean my savings wont buy a new kettle.
It’s nice to know that despite all my fears
I’ll have more leeway how I spend my pension.
I’m planning to buy cheaper beans from Aldi
and download blackleg versions of Vivaldi.
I’m very pleased you’ve asked what I would like,
providing boxes I might want to tick in
but notice there’s no space there at the bottom
to write my extra comments. What’s the fricking
point of asking me for my opinion
when the options given are so limited
and irrelevant to those in my position?
The boxes I would like to have to choose from
would be: What do you think Mr Cameron
should do next a) drop dead  b) go to hell
c) resign  d) fuck off  e) go smell
the coffee. In short. Don’t send me your spin
you Tory knob. Your letter’s in the bin.

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

The Cabinet Shuffle

Lets all do the Cabinet shuffle
(step to the Left, jump to the Right)
Sidestep all the real kerfuffle
(shimmy to the left, wiggle to the right)

Battle through the media scuffle
(Star to the Left, Mail to the Right)
When they ask a question, waffle
(stretch to the left, bend to the right)

Do it like they do in Brussels
(kiss to the left, bise to the right)
Do the Bump and do the Hustle
(twerk to the left, twank to the right)

So take your partners, strut your stuff (all
drift to the left, shift to the right)
and Breakdance to the cabinet shuffle
(twist to the left, spin to the right)

Thursday, 6 June 2013


incorporating the 18 obsolete words from the article by Carmel Lobello @

Thou bookwright! Honest worker thou art not!
No soda-squirt all day upon his feet!
No curglaff wakes thee to thy morning’s draft
But gently into day sat on thy arse.
Spermologer, beef-witted in thy writ
That renders englishable witless phrase
Or employs tyromancy in thy jirble
Whilst groaking at the world without true bite.
Or else in pussyvan thy venom spurns
Resistentialism and queerplungers.
Worse, slow in lunting slouch, thy mind is set
Upon thy snoutfair wonder-wench with squirrel -
That Zafty’s California Widow who
Inspires thy drivel. Get thee honest work!

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

God Bless Google

‘Google is now regarded as being as trustworthy as religious institutions, according to a new survey of Britons.’ (Sky News, 30th April 2013)

Our Google Docs that art up in the Cloud,
hallowed be thy synchronisation.
Thy Gmail come,
thy Searchbar be done
on Google Earth as it is on Google Chrome.
Give us this day our daily animation
and forgive us our typos
as we forgive them
that don’t spellcheck their websites.
And lead us not into eBay
but deliver us to Google Wallet.
For thine is the Google Toolbar,
Google Plus and Images.
In the ether, forever,
for all men.

Monday, 29 April 2013


When the barley straw
in the pond de-composes,
frogs will hip hop back.

Thursday, 25 April 2013

Darwin’s Goldfish

‘Meet Aussie the goldfish who swims upside down’
(The Daily Mail 08/08/08)

Even the goldfish
are starting to rebel,
swimming upside down,
bored with the status quo.
The rest of us wish
for alternatives as well,
but walking upside down
is probably not the way to go.

A sideways leap?
An idealistic rebound?
Or shall we all just go on swimming
this way up and round and round?
The human race could
well be finished
now we’ve been
upturned by a goldfish.

Saturday, 13 April 2013

Sleeping in light

(for Ann)

He sleeps in light now
out there on the rim;
his empty ship still floats
in memory of him.
A marker for the man
who saved the world
and did it not for glory
but for love.
Somewhere a woman sits
and carves his face
upon the rising sun,
alone each day,
and those he worked with,
fought with, carry on
and take the message
to the stars.
He’s gone.

Friday, 12 April 2013

Wicker Woman

So those in power want to ban the song.
They feel the water lap around their boots.
This time it’s someone else. It won’t be long
Before it’s their turn knee deep in the sluice.
Ding dong, the doorbell rings. Who’s at the door?
Let’s hope it’s not those badly mannered poor
With their demands of equal this and that.
God help us, now the ship deserts the rat.
The witch is dead and tap, tap here’s the wake
With fire in their eyes to light the stake.
The crone is gone, but here’s her legacy,
A world of ‘trickle up’ economy.
The wicker woman waits upon the hill
If you won’t light the kindle then they will.


Sunday, 7 April 2013


He waits…
stays in bed all day,
gets up for food,
plays Minecraft,

he waits…
meets up with friends,
goes to the cinema,
comes home feeling ill,

he waits…
spends time with his family,
plays pool with his brother,
shares Youtube faves,
watches TV.

He waits
the holiday out;
goes to work on Monday,
slips back into routine.
The days pass…

She doesn’t call.
He waits.

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