Turn on old TV: •
I’m just needing a good cry •
pass me the tissues. Continue reading →
The start of April is enough to make anyone a little confused, but somehow in posting that just-pre-April-first poem, I confused myself as to whether I was on day the first, day the second etc. So I’m trying hard to … Continue reading →
Baby, my Baby •
sleep now, let us be at rest •
you’ve worn mom out too. Continue reading →
Dedicated to new mothers out there. Sleep While the Baby Sleeps* Gentle, worn out mother filled with love taken by exhaustion; your own, small, wee love lays finally sleeping relaxed and rosy, your own hand large and still inches from … Continue reading →
April, siren month •
flashing petticoats of spring •
and an icy smile. Continue reading →
Words can destroy. What we call each other ultimately becomes what we think of each other, and it matters.
