.air. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

layered in air

we dance with glass


small souls with small lives


to the challenges


she says you know we do not gets what we want

we gets what we get




ours has been much easier than so many others

*listen to the radio


they threw them all on the fire


air sbm

.bom.2. by Sonja Benskin Mesher



sounds rather current


except this guy got caught

before the damage


i have just been advised/


he had hoped to be interred at

coventry cathedral



he was not sure if it existed yet




it was decided to cut him up to kill him

put his head on a spike

up his neck/


that was bombed too

coventry cathedral/


bombs are nasty things/



.stop sign. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

the lady with the blue umbrella

is merely a road sign, remember.


until we walk over and find there

is not one.


had difficulty sleeping, thinking.

of you all.

the hurricanes.


thinking of you all.


the genocide.

spelled carefully


you all

at war.


all who are ill,



i went on the bus, saw the mud

from the festival. talked   to you

who got lost and fed the homeless.


read some road signs elsewhere.



.not for sale. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

critical.  some things are not for sale.


you see.

it is

not about money

nor gain.


critical. heard things

you disliked.     they

saved your life

didn’t                they?


critical and        difficult

on all sides.       it is not

a competition, we shall

not paint it white.   the


upper rooms.



.security. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

bless thee and paste the words.


oxblood does not offend me,                   unlike

your rantings, protestations.;  words continue.





bless thee, pray your maggots



while we pick out the remains.


days continue with                       blessings

while the thoughts that this is not personal

are failing.


so i will continue to raise tickets on your befalf




bless thee.


.the visit. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

blessings on your   house,

those who kill your sisters.


result.                cathedral.





it is not as you would think, sir. it is



blessings on your house, those that

reside there.


ignore reality.


ignore the fact.



.the war house. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

dug within for strength, without for vegetables.


tidy allotments  for food. primroses came by post; my father.


war was declared before me.


they said that some hid in outside toilets to avoid the bombs. there were hits in bournemouth.


some dads dug deep for shelter in the garden.  anderson, half buried.  flower beds planted with veg.


peace times, families stored their potatoes , rather than waste. rationing continued.


i remember the implications, was told the facts later.


much later.


the war house & after.




we dig within for solidity, solidarity, power to continue.  food is plenty.


in wales find they grew potatoes here. i have a          photograph.


I still hide under tables.

war house

.white feathers. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

i dream i dream of porcupines.


white feathers dipped in blood.


bloody mess  wars,

bodies rotting  there.             there

are   thoughts while stitching that

this could save the world.


a quiet thing. no injuries, the blood

comes small in useful            drops.

drops down,      meditative sound.


white feathers fall.



white feathers

.grubby cars. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

i did not know when you started.




about the socks,      how

they are not made to last.


about those you were wearing

for five years.    i did not wish

to see your leg    sir.


about the chamois leathers, how

we used to have more variety.


which brought him to talk

about hand car wash. by

foreigners. his words not


insisted that they deliberately

scratch the cars, then turn their guns,

these foreigners. his words not mine.


i left, i am not paid to listen to  your racist

remarks sir.


i am paid to weave and serve another day.




he left without buying.

grubby cars

.diagnosis. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

look at the actor,acting that the arms hurts

to help with self diagnosis.


it will be ok if we have paper to write



wait for news of those that are dying, have died

of fire.


we may still have paper.

to draw on.


read the news and watch the radio, we can keep

up to date through the publications

if they have paper to print on.


numbers rise,

high rise.