NECROMANCING THE TRILBY They’re still missing. Vamoosed from churches, proclamations and espionage. In absentia from wardrobes and our mind-sets. There have been ruminations, rumblings and rumours about the return of the hat. Let’s hold a seancé for berets, boaters, bonnets and busbys, Call back to action the cloche, coronets and cowboys, Revisit the derby, dupatta … Continue reading RIP Hatwearing
The personification of the Irish border as a cranky serpentine old woman.
A poem about office clothes. The Workplace Wardrobe Sad black cardigan Hanging on the wall One small mercy, You're not rolled up in a ball. Worn out ballet pumps Shoved into a drawer, For your existence, You wanted so much more. Last year's sunglasses, Underneath a binder, When you were purchased, You were a good bit finer. Tobacco-prigged lip … Continue reading The Workplace Wardrobe