S├йamus Fox (He/Him) was born in Ardoyne, Belfast and brought up in
Craigavon, Co Armagh. Craigavon is his hometown. He has been writing since the
mid eighties when he started writing Hip Hop lyrics. Some years later he
started writing poetry and eventually combined the two disciplines to began
doing Spoken Word. He has published two books of poetry As Seen Trough
Staggered Eyes (Wild Wind Books) 2010 and No Homeless Problem and other Poems
(Arkbound) 2018. He also won the All Ireland Poetry Slam in 2009. He was very
active in Belfast between 2007 and 2015. He has been concentrating on mostly
writing books in the last decade but since moving to the South Coast in the
summer of 2022 he has resumed Spoken Word after an 8 year hiatus. He is the
deputy retail and operations manager at Sussex Emmaus based at Portslade.
Emmaus houses and supports people who have formerly been homeless. He is
currently working on a series of novels as well as new performance pieces and
he regularly indulges in spoken word around Brighton, Shoreham and Worthing and
other gigs mainly on the South Coast.
The Cool Muslim
She was the
coolest Muslim
I have ever seen.
She sat at a bus
stop
with her little
baby in
his pram facing
her,
her left arm was
up on the handle
of the buggy like
she was leaning
out
a low rider
window.
Her foot was up on
the
wheel slowly
tapping
the air like she
was
just chillin’
there in
imaginary rhythms.
As I got closer
again
I noticed she was
talking
and when I passed
them
I realized that
her phone
was tucked inside
her
headscarf and she
was
casually hands
free.
She had her little
babies
toy in her right
hand
and she was
shaking it
at him and he was
giggling and she
was
giggling and she
was
chewing gum and
chatting,
relaxed and
nonchalantly
and just being way
cooler than anyone
who
had ever been
cool.
New Tears
I was 12 and I was
just coming in from school my Mother was 50. She was standing looking pensively
out the window, nervously smoking a cigarette. I stood at the other side of the
room against the door frame looking over at her. Waiting for something. We were
in the middle of moving. The living room was empty, carpet had just been laid
that morning and we were expecting furniture deliveries in the coming days, we
had just left my father. Mum turned to me and started talking really fast, she
was verbalising a mental list of things that we needed to do to get our new
house ready. I didn't feel like I needed to do anything, I felt helpless. She
suddenly broke part way through a sentence and began crying with an intensity
that I had never before seen. Then she slowly sank down into a hunkered
position, sliding against the wall and immediately started taking tissues from
her pockets to try and disguise the fact that she was in tears. I went over to
her and put my hand gently on her neck and as I stared blankly out the window,
with a big lump in my throat I said “It's alright Mummy, you can cry now.”
A soul
No one
has ever
seen a
soul.
What
does one
look
like?
Would
it be a
white hovering
light?
Would
it be
an
iridescent,
translucent
ball
of sparks?
No
one’s seen
one so
no one
knows.
Maybe
there is
only
one soul.
It
could be
dreams
or it
could be the
Universe
and
we’re
in it…
or a
Planet and
we’re
on it.
No one
has ever
seen
one because
some
things can
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