Re-posting one of my early poems as I am still struggling with final edits and formatting of my novel. 'A job for life' was intended as a performance piece but is possibly a bit too long. It was fun to write and, hopefully, still fun to read. You can read it here.
Grandmothers
A job for life
I’m from the government, he said. I’m here to help, he said. You’d be doing a public service, he said. I was unemployed. What could I do? Said it was the perfect job for me – a job for life. I was never much for all that washing and brushing but I wasn’t all that … Continue reading A job for life
Catherine Meyrick 