by David.

All my photos show an incandescently smiling Alexa. All my photos are also incredibly bad, so please bring a camera on Monday and replace me as SpokenWord photographer. Now some words I think I heard spoken that faraway long ago night in December – a most marvellous night it was too, we agreed. And it’s a bit late to tell you now but you were all invited to Alberto’s mum’s for Christmas.

What’s it like to have a Jewish grandmother? Well

You’re too thin until you’re too fat

Suturing sunflowers with a lullaby

Locomotive ghosts and grandad’s Alzheimer’s 

Is it politically correct to even be here?

The Hell with it, I’m horny

for a round woman with gnarled toes

with the blues on tap

rivers and other beds gone dry

waiting to snowball cats

at the margin of the carol-singing sea

My name means mutual orgasm

also Christmas in high heels

(breathing beyond the bondage of boys’ clothing)

a family of dragons, once upon a time in China

Confront your monster

Tonight the prince will follow bloody footprints to my bedchamber