I Born to urban parents decidedly not of, with nature living in a duplex growing up I ran safe, middle class streets with abandon and other kids played ball in the park took bike treks went bowling II By the time I was six in…
Category: Marathon Poem
Fur Robert
Finding a way to reach you- that’s what I really wish for. Don’t avoid my questions, I know you have answers. I badly need to read your mind, stop hiding from me and my heart! I love your wonderful smile and I miss holding…
Country Girl
Chickens were my truest friends. I spent hours talking to those hens. While the rooster crowed and strut about, the hens and I would hash it out. I made other friends- a skunk or two, a baby owl, some bunnies too. I tried to rescue…
Child’s World
Child’s world The cat calls from friends alert my mind And off we are to our Imaginary treasure hunting grounds Fighting goblins and ghosts on the way Bickering over sharing pocketed food Till our limbs move no more Making castles of sand and clay…
The Stroke of Seven
In the gathering gloom she waited ran with the foxes collected eggs from the wild Dawned the sun hour upon hour until the dusk the buses ran she watched and at the stroke of seven slept
3. Pie in Sky Banana Dream
“Banana Cream Dream” pie is a precursor to much more than a treat. It is a marker of simpler times. Not decadent or overly sweet. It evokes memories made by hand. It must be eaten in the week. Bananas can be smooth and luxurious. Power…
The Getaway (2019 Poem 23)
I Dreams of cattle in my room As I wake before the dawn I see my breath form vapour clouds And slink downstairs to put my clothes on II It’s warmer near the living room fire Yet cool enough I do not tarry I get…
Short bread cookie tin
Short bread cookie tin Planting the azalea She dug up cow bones The marrow rotting In to the earth Rinsed in the sink Hoping to impress Her grandsons A forensic moment Placing the bones In an old cookie tin Tempted to dig…
#22 Things That Aren’t as Though They Were
Deep into the canyon, the sun drove its fading light Between the gathered concrete walls it reached, like some child stretching behind the sofa to get a long-loved toy that has slipped just too far. An inch just too far… She nestled in the…
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