Milk - by
Your custom often
/ when the house was still
/
/ to brew milky coffee
/ and reminisce.
/
/ Child care experts would have frowned
/ on my late hours,
/
/ The bitter…
mothers
My Mother’s Body Interrogated By Light - by
This is what happened
/ Someone lifted a grey translucency to the light
/ and held it there
/ seeing the knit fracture in the clavicle
/ the…
Love - by
I hadn’t met his kind before.
/ His misericord face – really,
/ like a joke on his father – blurred
/ as if from years…
Stance - by
Now I sit my child on the jut
/ of my hip, and take
/ his weight with the curve
/ of my…