…are you waiting to get in, now?
I lifted the quilt and under she went
curling round until her nose pointed out… Continue reading →
…I remember you are gone and good
so my bowl and mug, so starts my day… Continue reading →
…afraid to lose myself in this my work
which only wants all of me or nothing… Continue reading →
Shall I write about trees again?
Another round of people loved and lost?
Should there be a line about that time we
kissed and wept and hated and wept… Continue reading →
In the quiet yard
a pile of feathers, yellow, black… Continue reading →
The only people with whom you should try to get even are those who have helped you.
