Poem 4 After the rain The sun does come out after all It peeps from behind fluffy balls of cotton It waits, it lingers And I wonder does it frown or smile? Silly mortals perhaps it contends Just as it smoothly edges out Stretching its…

Seventeen, My Seventeen How I Miss My Lover   He said to me That he must go Where his ashes are I do not know   Seventeen, My Seventeen How I Want My Lover   He said he did not want to leave I knew…

I don’t have the polite eulogy in my memory bank others seem to expect I could remember the good times if I could remember the good times I can’t think of him without judgement without his skulking exit from an island long dead I simply…

  Poem 3 Perfection Toes curl away from the cold Away from the rushing waves Sand, such tiny particles Collect in clumps at my feet. Course and vile Yet playfully soothing I wiggle painted toes and laugh from a depth not often sought And I’m…

I had beginner’s luck, awestruck, conjecture. All for fun house mirrors and a little bit of fog.

The first boyfriend I lived with had a CD single of “Love Will Tear Us Apart Again.” For two years, he and I had a pattern. He wrote at his computer, a bag of grapes nearby. I came home and made our dinner salads, and,…

I was excited about my first stage performance. I looked pretty in the pink dress. My mother got me matching pink, heart-shaped ear rings. I touched them often, feeling their softness, and unable to contain my excitement I was a princess in the play, and…

My husband must be king! And therein, I, his queen Shall rule with an iron fist When he is gone. When his codfish belly, Bloated of ale and hemlock Festers with worms in the peat, I shall rule all. And none shall know the blood…

Poem 2 Disappointment Dampness clings to my soul As grey and black misty skies swirl And disappointment Yet another unwanted gift Taunts Wrapped in a bows of velvet red That touch, that feel Indeed disappointment taunts Like love turned to dust

Aodh, Fionnuala, Fiachra and Conn, the children of the king, are turned into swans by their evil stepmother Aoife and are doomed to live as such for 900 years. They have not lost their children’s voices, however, and are able to sing beautiful songs. They…