It’s the first treasured find
that gives you over to love,
a fool that is made to make
that hasty transatlantic move
and create a new life, pierce
through the void however you can
Poem: Coveting thy neighbours life
Curved two seater in polished wood
A sprinkling of apple blossoms
on the path to double french doors,
your shoes and his pair each other.
Poem : St Paddy's
A talisman for pinches,
we wore shades of emerald,
forest, grass and lime
as badges of a country
we imagined stuffed with leprechauns.
Poem : The End of Summer After His Second Marriage
Barbie doll in hand,
they push her sobbing
into the front seat.
Poem : The Worst Way to End It
4 months away from those 2 weeks
sheet wrapped together, I prearrange
seating arrangements in my head
until you are stuck across the room.
Poem : Routine
Bill felt he was born for this. Eating lunch as he watched numbers scroll a board, sift through e-mails, organize filing cabinets. Each day itemized by activity. Carefully scheduled and planned. On Fridays, he’d wear his dress down tie and have obligatory post work drinks.
Read MorePoem : Treetop canopies
Green struggles under
dark glasses sunblocking bare earth,
rain a distant dream.
Poem : Possible futures
I dreamed of you: a pea under my pillow,
shoots curling round stubby fingers,
summer lake cottages with star blankets.