(warning: this post is political, all ponderings are personal) If Scotland does vote for independence British politics is likely to move even further to the right. Westminster Labour benches are filled with Scottish members. Labour itself is shifting to the right more in response to the pressure from the right. Scotland’s stance on immigration is less aggressive,…
Author: antoniazen
Word-weaver and artist. I'm Co-founder of Nott Normal; a Nottinghamshire based independent accessible, adaptive and gently provocative arts collaboration. Resident story-weaver for set of virtual Cottage in the Woods courses by Yelala from late autumn 2020, early Spring 2021. My writing and art have recently been part of Poems on Prescription, the National Museum of Justice's (UK) acclaimed Letters of Restraint, and The National Holocaust Memorial Centre's (UK) What is Testimony? Art and written work has appeared in various independent publications including LeftLion, Miknaf Haaretz, and Proliterat. I'm a warrior of various disabilities and chronic illnesses with an MA in Human Security (Peace and Human Development). I've worked in creative conflict resolution, sustainability & interfaith work. I stood for parliament (& local gov) in 2015, getting 9.9%, in the top 20 national results for the party. I've since left politics unless you count negotiating between three cats and a laptop. I love animals, my favourite humans, wild landscapes, accessible cities and the sea.
Mermaid up a Mountain
Mermaid up a Mountain: Dysfunctional polymath, renaissance woman, Mermaid walking up the great mountain, The things I was told I can’t but found I can, We learn to drink from our own fountain, I have faith and I have faith in science But don’t believe either is always objective, Humankind can twist any notion…
Home
No pets, no children, over-priced, damp, no double glazing, Wrong town, but a converted mental home looks amazing, If they let in cats, we’d move to that nut-house on the hill, And annoy all the residents, the rich ones, not the ill, Landlords, many subtle signs question your commitment – Homes without foundation…
We do not understand
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today there is genocide in the world. In the heart of Africa; Central African Republic, in Congo and Syria. Since the holocaust other genocides have blistered across the world. Each time a lead up of dehumanisation, brain-washing and scapegoating for economic and social ills leading to neighbour killing neighbour. In my…
Wearing Wings
Last month we went to the funeral of a very lovely 41year old woman, my husband’s cousin. We were asked to come in bright colours and bring photographs. We had few photos boxed after a recent move so I wrote photographs in words. The poem above links to those that came to celebrate a life…
Broken Sancturay
A return to some of my own verse. Please respect my copyright: Broken Sanctuary Broken sanctuary Jerusalem to Salem, Seats of a Sovereign She, Axis of the sacred sphere Salem; a place of safety, Broken by the men of fear, Sister did we think us free? What malice lead us here To exile we did…
Sherlock: A.G.R.A and Clair De La Lune
In the last of my posts on popular fiction for a while I offer an exploration of Mary Morstan / Watson / AGRA. Soon it will be back to the poetry and interfaith / peace work. (At present doing the latter is enough and writing about it postponed) 14 January 2014 15:49 So Mary is…
Sherlocked: There is something about Mary …
Sherlocked: Mary, Mary Quite Contrary … (Read if you are a geek or Sherlocked 🙂 This is my second ‘nerdesk’ blog post in response to the story-weaving and word smithing in a very popular show. Hey, I’ve been poorly and this is my idea of brain exercise, OK? ) 17 December 2013 The game is…
Dancers in the Coil
One Singularity, then word before language, a wobbly line, A universe of light expanding, dark energy stretching – We needed we, needed dark to see light in space and time – And we light our candles, take a breath from our kvetching, We, time travellers in the constant light, remember it bends Branches on that…
Doctor Who: Who, Doctor?
It is late and I have the kind of schedule that lives me dreaming of having my own Tardis. Instead I am journeying into a library in the silence. Did you know that if you rearrange the letters of Dr Who you get ‘word’, ‘cohort’, ‘torchwood’? This is a sweet-shop for a word geek like me….
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 