Feminist Confessional YouTube channel

Have you visited and subscribed to my YouTube channel yet? My spoken word poetry videos have been getting big numbers of views all of a sudden, both on Instagram (in Reels) and on the new YouTube shorts beta channel. It’s exciting for me to see so much more interest in my work. You can visit my channel by clicking here. My current goal is to get to 100 subscribers so that I can get a custom YouTube URL. Please help out if you can!

Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath (a spoken word poetry reading)

You can read Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath here. You can also turn auto-captions on in the settings menu in YouTube.

If you enjoy my spoken word poetry videos, please click through to my YouTube channel and subscribe. To get to my YouTube channel, click here. My channel is a repository of most of my own poems from the past year or so, as well as readings of poems by established (mostly female) poets.

Blog update

Feminist Confessional has had a rather significant edit. You will find a few of my older poems and spoken word videos towards the top of the blog, instead of in chronological order. This is a result of me culling and then republishing certain posts (silly WordPress won’t let them appear in their original order). You can find my most recent work just a little way down the page… keep on scrolling bravely, Dear Reader.

Seersucker (spoken word version )

Because she sees
She is the seer
He’s a sucker for her
A seersucker
Pucker your lips love
She will kiss
The tiny bumps
On the fabric of your soul
Iron them smooth
With her steampress words
With her ears that hear
With her breath that inhales
And steals your shame


To watch the video with auto-captions, turn them on in the settings menu in YouTube.

Seersucker

Because she sees
She is the seer
He’s a sucker for her
A seersucker
Pucker your lips love
She will kiss
The tiny bumps
On the fabric of your soul
Iron them smooth
With her steampress words
With her ears that hear
With her breath that inhales
And steals your shame

Understudy

smartphone-1618909_1920She longs to be
Every woman he’s with
That’s not her
To wear their flesh suits
Atop bleached bones
To speak with forked tongue
In the tongues of the others
She casts her veneer
Round negative space
Draws into her vacuum
Essential cores
Of expendable souls
Crude flattery
Her ticket to blueprints
Of those with blue blood
But
She is dispensable
A second-hand symbiote
A syphon for subterfuge
A funnel for fun times
And an ill-matched understudy
To the lead player

Mirrors

Mirrors can be lovers or enemies, phony or true. They can tell you what you want to hear or reduce you to tears. How do you know which mirror is accurate? I’ve always wondered about that.