What do you do on a cold winters day?

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I’ve woken to a dull, rainy day and I’m shivering. Mostly, I hibernate in winter to write. Reading a good book under a rug on the couch is even more tempting when I’m mulling about my writing –  or just plain stuck.

Is it a coincidence that most of the worlds Cities of Literature have cold climates? Does cold weather make it easier to foster an environment to write?  Apart from Melbourne, Australia, there’s Edinburgh, in Scotland; Iowa City, Iowa, USA; Reykjavík, Iceland; Ulyanovsk, Russia, to name a few of the twenty cities who have the honour of being called a City of Literature by UNESCO. Surely the weather is not the only criteria – after all Melbourne’s winter hardly falls to the depths of cold compared to many on the list.

Did you know that Melbourne and Iowa City were the second and third cities approved by UNESCO in 2008…

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Don’t Tell Me

Don’t Tell Me

Don’t tell me what I can or cunt do
Don’t try to censor me with your personal bias
I am not your mouth piece and never claimed it
I don’t crave your acceptance or require it
Try stifling my speech and see what a territorial bitch I can be
Try throwing archaic values you’ve placed upon locution I feel empowered by
Sisters in solidarity is what we should be
Instead the use of one term divides us
Disagree with me and shame me down
Shame on you for censoring my language
I reclaim the noun – the verb – the word
I use it proud and loud
For I am the CUNT who takes it back and brings it to the fore
For I am the CUNT who refuses to bend to your fickle contempt
For CUNTS everywhere –
I seize and celebrate whilst waving your policing views adieu

 (C) T. Altman 2017

 

Remedy

Remedy

Stumbling preeminent neediness
Into stony seas of logical distress
Exploring with detected trepidation
Analyzing abysmal wretchedness
Commanding intelligent selflessness

For what purpose, point and pine

For the tumbling truth
For the painful promise
For the rhyming ridicule
For the salacious savvy
For the remedy of writing

Resolutely the enormity is me

 (c) T. Altman 2017

 

Allotrope

Honey soaked, troubled notes

Pierced within cracking walls

Unreleased burdens, build and topple

Foraged for tranquil peace

Regarded as flotsam – inestimable instead

Paragon of the genetrix cue

Lumbered pressure allotropes does make

Verse (c) T. Altman 2017

(Image: Woman Aflame by Dali)