Hillary Rodham Clinton’s Rhapsody for Self #Hillary2016

My new poem 'Hillary Rodham Clinton Rhapsody for Self' #‎Hillary2016‬ was today published here, here, and here.

Aborted babies heating British Hospitals?

Cora Sherlock, Vice Chairperson of the Irish Pro-Life Campaign, is, as the Weekly Standard once said of Sinéad O'Connor's ex-boyfriend, John Waters, "one of the most original thinkers in Europe right now".  

On April 1st Cora issued the following audacious Tweet 

How come #IrelandsGuiltySecret didn't address fact that incinerated remains of 15,000 aborted babies were used to heat hospitals in UK?
— Cora Sherlock (@CoraSherlock) April 1, 2015

Despite the date, it was not an April fool, at least not consciously so. Indeed it's nothing Cora hasn't said before. When Cora said similiar on Twitter late last summer, it let me to write 'Renewable Energy: Cora Sherlock’s Excellent Suggestion', a constructive contribution to the ongoing abortion/renewable energy debate, written in poetic form. It was originally published on Chris Murray's always lively Poethead site. 

Cora's April fools day resurrection of the issue on Twitter resulted in this article, in which both Cora's excellent suggestion and my poem feature, being published yesterday on the U.S. based left wing political blog We Know What's Up.  
 
It appears that Cora is a bit miffed by all this, and thinks I'm joking. 

Sad indictment of humanity when #prochoice mock aborted babies' remains being used to heat UK hospitals. pic.twitter.com/gaaoQCDdwu
— Cora Sherlock (@CoraSherlock) April 2, 2015

I can assure you Cora, me auld mucker, I am quite, quite serious. 

The Little Elections

My poem 'The Little Elections' is a tribute to the hugely inspiring local election campaign which is ongoing here in Ireland. Voting takes place on Friday, May 23rd. 

On the Galway Local Elections 2014 Facebook group, when I persisted in asking where candidates stood on abhortion, always a good one to put a flame under a discussion's bum, one commenter  put me right by telling me that I had no business gabbing on about  national issues. This is a local election in which an interest in dog droppings is, apparently, essential. And so the poem was born. 

It has been published today on three different websites today.