Clawfish Soup

Raw unflinching and brilliant poetry

Roy Battersby created a controversial documentary in 1977 presented by Vanessa Redgrave and she on winning an Oscar for Julia was determined to not let the Zionist Hoodlums get to her. It featured the P.L.O and was filmed just after the Tel Al Zaatar massacre so feelings within are raw, showing the spirit of fighting for identity dignity and homeland, and in 2025 it still haunts the Middle East…

Remembering my mum who passed away , her funeral on the 14th July a celebration of a wonderful life our late motherloved the rosesthe one thatswayed in soft arraythat she could seeupon her chairmother in natureas delicate as that roseyet couldshow her thornsnot out of painbut loveto protect and surround uswith a securitynever forgottenand gave us loveunflinchingshe has passedbut like the white…

Redacted I found it on the web and here we go jeffrey-epsteins-little-black-book-redacted-5.pdfDownload The journey is leading to some strange rabbit holes , where have the files , gone and all the hard drives they secured from Epsteins flat gone . We have gone dystopian , I just hope we emerge safely

The Unnominated: Star 80 (dir by Bob Fosse)

urgent silence of four a.m a vixens scream fragments moist particles I tremor sat in the dark garden of absinthe as the weasel in my veins takes fright scurrying into the fermented air of the vessel that is my mind to isolate and design itself a new fate

when I sleep reality slips away it becomes womb to tomb with blood of dandelions on your feet crushed against moist earth you trod as you step each length to the void of open earth coffin recessed awaiting mind unconscious to anything numb in its vitals but where reality has slipped away a joyous nothing awaits

ticker tape heartbeats Mandy cried and cheered madhatters tea party swollen with over ego she danced got drunk maga maga maga oi oi oi cult of the orange edifice touch my pussy you fake news torchbearers you may burn us but we return maga maga maga oi oi oi gop rodeo incoherent cowboys oh Mandy where did your reality go in the voting bong of absolute insanity sanitorium…

Motel 727 motel where could be Sacramento could be Tallahassee I just know leant on bathroom door she had gone faint traces a rosary under the pillow no names she was nun I was trucker morphine and whiskey numbed my back as we made love shrapnel from a Middle eastern place that haunted me she forgave me tracing scar that fickle line I could not cry So she did instead before…

Lynne Savitt Poetry

https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/karen-lawrence copyright Spikey Mouse Photography This image that sold its originals at the Convenience Art Gallery , is one example of Karen’s engaging , poetic sometimes dramatic , art seeing landscape , forest seascape with an eye that is sharp and precise in composition and she has a love of mountains and lighthouses copyright Spikey Mouse…

A poem from a while ago , there is some newer work coming By Chris Lawrence

I agree with Jiggy it is a solid if a little sombre with a wonderful soundtrack , I would watch this again quite happily as of most supposed Jaws rip offs , except for Tentacles and Tintorera , find it and go watch it Orca (1977)

AE Coppard – An Oxfordshire Tale.

poem-insomnia

New poem by Palestinian poet Ibrahim Nasrallah Palestinian I was silent and nothing came of it.I spoke and nothing came of it.I cursed, I apologized, and nothing came of it.I was busy, I pretended to be busy…and nothing.…I prayed until, like a prophet, I became a verse in a holy book,I rowed until I reached hell,I beseeched and begged …and nothing.I raged, I calmed, I remembered what was once…