NaPoWriMo Day 7 – Not all penguins like the cold

Not all penguins like the cold,
many live in warmer climes.
From Africa to Oceania
they squawk and wobble
in sea and sun.

Not all penguins like the cold,
many habitats shine like souls.
Their cheery demeanour
is a brighter feature
than ice covered skies could find.

Not all penguins like the cold,
leave your assumptions at the door.

Not all penguins like the cold,
as many live for more.

NaPoWriMo Day 6 – I am doing much better

Italics of imagination…

Ah, the freedom of creativity.
My tale is not one of the tortured artist.

Doubtless I have carved statues from my pain,
Obliquely however, as it doesn’t fuel me.
Instead, it was merely a dark cloud that followed me.
Now, I reside on a plateau that the clouds cannot reach.
Gratitude is a seed that’s nourished roots of abundance.

My creativity freed me from the shackles of the black dog,
Undeterred, I use its collar as a crown.
Could that my younger self could feel the reverberating ripples of hope.
How he would smile for me now.

Boldly, I encourage others to follow their passions….
Eternally grateful for the gifts mine bestowed upon me.
Torrid times are no more.
Today I smile where once I shuddered.
Eventually, hard work met opportunity.
Right… on… time.

NaPoWriMo Day 5 -Styx and Tomes

Styx and tomes waylay my soul
but Olympus never scared me.
I plucked and shorn a Minotaur
and found it mighty hairy.

Styx and tomes are cold to hold
Their tales are often haunting.
I won’t be beat, I find my heat
Like Vesuvian molten vaulting.

Styx and tomes may take their toll
yet coins they are aplenty.
They pass through hands like timeless sands
yet silver cannot tempt me.

Styx and tomes are not my home,
In truth they can’t confine me.
Think not the page, but check the stage,
for there you’re bound to find me.

NaPoWriMo Day 2 – Man, that’s funny

Foolish fuckers say “tell us a joke”,
Unaware, they choose to “be that bloke.”
Now would you ask a builder to do work for free?
Nah, instead let’s look at etymology.

For I can educate you more using Haggard Hawks,
Undo the damage of squawk and gawk.
Not gonna go on BGT,
Nah fuck that, it just ain’t me.

Forward thinking from the underground,
Until solid roots are all that surround.
Now if I wanted a cheap gag I could compare that to Jada,
Not me though, I’d rather quote Darth Vader.

Acrostic etymology, it’s right on the money,
Y you ask? Man, that’s funny.

Less than a week till Unmasked’s first showing!

Ushiku Crisafulli and The Peer Hat presents: Unmasked – a journey through the autistic mind via hip hop, comedy and theatre.

On Tuesday 21st September I’ll be doing a scratch performance of my piece Unmasked which exams concepts around autistic authenticity through comedy, theatrical monologues and hip hop at The Peer Hat.

As it is an early scratch performance ahead of the full preview at Old Bank Studios in April 2022 I’ll be supported by a group of fantastic performers.

In hour 1 we’ll be joined by Loll a passionate poet and excellent barber whose spoken word is just a cut above; and Tonkabell Manchester’s favourite non-binary fairy whose words capture a range of emotions from the importance of sharing to the weirdest of love.

In hour 2 we’ll have comedy from a comic that might just be too cool in Kieran “Keesh” Grey and a fantastic comic storyteller and Camden Town Brewery New Act Comedy finalist in Justina Sesel; followed by a trip through childhood via the musical musings of Jonny Holland who first came to my attention when I saw him doing sick metal riffs to Sonic the Hedgehog

Hour 3 will be a scratch performance of Ushiku Crisafulli’s Unmasked.

Doors open: 7pm

First act: 8pm

NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Gratitude is the Ki

If you ask me how to get to the top

I couldn’t tell you. 

While mistakes can be alchemised 

transmuting trauma 

and forging futures front foot forward

I have also danced upon the edge of despair. 

I’ve driven myself mad

deciphering depression 

and analysing anxiety. 

So while I bask in favourable fortunes

I shan’t look to explain them. 


I shall enjoy the rippling winds of change

and appreciate the pleasure of this moment. 

NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Agnosthesia

Today I’ve embraced the official prompt of using an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

For three fortnights I’ve pondered

as the diorama spun-

splintering inside my fractured mind.

“I’m aware it’s a game,”

“I’m aware that it’s a no.”

I’m aware I was tripping balls

but it’s an opportunity to grow.

In that realm context brought pain,

sautéed synapses soaked in regret.

Why does everything have to relate to everything

when you’re finding it hard to relate to anything?

Yet I stood tall, I owned the wrong I did to others.

I refused to partake in cruelty even in a realm defined by it.

But now, I must right the wrongs in how I’ve treated myself.