< 1 mn read October had me thinking about dying. The specialist had dropped a few new words into my humdrum, day-to-day vocabulary, sharp, angular words like prostate, blood test and tumour. I waited as the days grew shorter, burned faster, turning for consolation to Alden Nowlan and Raymond Carver, poets who both died conscious at fifty, facing the […]
4 mn read 68 year old Sue Frumin is eclectic! She’s a writer, performer, teacher, stand-up comedian and presenter. She’s fabulously funny, has appeared in five one woman shows and much more.
< 1 mn read have first kisses again in the way they only hint at what is possible with slow tongues that are sleepy, breathless with promise, and if I cannot reclaim the first whisper of silk stockings, of silk panties, the pulling on, the sliding off and feel my hair all wild again, snaking down my back, or […]
2 mn read All those nights of different lovers, thinking they wanted me because I was special, they fucked me because they wanted to stay. All that empty fucking that meant nothing and I thought it meant something real was about to happen, as if fucking itself wasn’t real at all. The night Dominic said I was aloof […]
5 mn read The Grand Dame of Flamboyance, artist Molly Parkin celebrates her 85th birthday with a Retrospective Exhibition of her paintings at the Stash Gallery, Vout-o-Reenees in Shoreditch, London.
< 1 mn read I’m not menopausal anymore I am bleeding again for now So it’s just been a temporary stop A foretaste of what is to come My age has reversed So it’s not always linear There are circles, U-turns and diversions Every now and then Age comes and goes In roundabout ways And for now I just […]
< 1 mn read I think yes, I have it. The pas de valse is slow but winning. And then she wants a pirouette in the mix and, in the room, I’m the tornado, dizzy and feeling like I’ve been caught stumbling in my underwear, a dipsomaniac on the sprung-wood floor. I know she won’t believe me when […]
2 mn read I’d felt as old and out of place as the Angus Steak House in Leicester Square, until fifty became the new forty, sixty became the new forty-five and my daughter Katie joked at her fortieth party, Gee dad, the way things are going you’ll soon be younger than me! I inwardly glowed with the glamour […]
3 mn read José Nava, 79, was a fisherman in Mexico until he came to Britain in 1962 where he joined the wild and wonderful theatre group, The People Show.
< 1 mn read Black-eyed Sue traipsed across the heath Facing the last of the summer sunIt kissed her face golden. I could see the fainttraceof her smileas she ripped to piecesthe chorus of a love songshe didn’t believe in. She mentionedthat you’d been around with a bottle […]
