Sino-Victorian Mum – An Expeditious Sketch

Sino-Victorian Mum

To find my mum’s affection
you could
write to her

her speech is –

but what if
you have to
it must be
you can’t
we should
it has to be

(to a description of my reality
or a fact)


(to a suggestion for a new way of doing things)


(quite often)

Absolutely not!

and sometimes she’ll just
completely ignore you
if she’s Busy Thinking.

Now… what if she’s emailing?

I found  “Dear ______,”

Could you”
I would like”

Wow, there was even a



Her handwriting irritates me – that scratchy sound
of anxiety – whether in biro or Very Worried marker
oven 200’c, 20 minutes, David takes 2 sugar, electrician 9:30am
is walled with mum’s notes
you might find – in very old letters and postcards

a far care-freer, fun-filled breeze
and when I was a child, she gave me a
bath and we sang a song about a fish that got                                 away


once- Loooooong ago, a little

time to relax









I read this poem to my mum! Tentatively.

She responded by repeating aspects of my poem and changing the words to be about me. Then I encouraged her to write a poem, which she did! Some of her friends have self-published poetry and she has always loved literature. I think that’s why she wanted me to study English Lit.

About The Mollusc Dimension

"Like existence, art, expression and even the urge to explore are in a state of flux, revelation and memory. Each encounter through the doorway, into the state of creativity is a catalyst for action, emotional and spiritual as well as physical and intellectual. As Krishnamurti says, there is no state of happiness but the state of the creative moment." This is currently the "Writing Dept" (eg “just words” — well mainly!) for The Mollusc Dimension, AKA Angelus Squid Marr, an East-Asian, British, experimental, interdisciplinary artist working in music, image and sound. He has a particular interest in themes of identity, queerness, intersectional feminism, surrealism + education and using lo-fi/ everyday materials (words/experiences/equipment) in addition to technology.
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