Waking with Russell - by
Whatever the difference is, it all began
the day we woke up face-to-face like lovers
and his four-day-old smile dawned on him again…
Occasion: Birth
Spinning plates - by
My mother was mad as mercury,
/ mad as a silken Disraeli stovepipe hat
/ hiding a gypsum-white rabbit.
/
/ She once told me – the…
Getting in Touch with our Feminine Sides - by
It’s morning and it’s just the two of us
/ in the Transit crew-bus, driving out to work,
/ past dew-hung spruce, in this…
Dear Hannah… - by
Dear Hannah, Time no less than space
/ would keep us, firmly, in our place.
/ I being old and sluggish, here
/ and you, so…