Cater, Good Woman; keep your pantry full – there are mouths to feed, and whims to answer, smile on. Smile on, Good Woman, feed the
Waiting on Summer
A lonely bench waits for emergence of leaves, rain turning to warmth, the summer sun casting long shadows – evening lingerings. (A tanka for Ragtag
Black Hole
All relationships have walls, the therapist offered Walls, I could handle – build a ladder, scale – seems there was no help for the vortex
Keep Imagining
Elaborate, the tree forts imagination envisions Indifferent, the rationale that overpowers inspiration I balk, abandon hope, build a wall instead, forgetting… Creativity is not linear,
Worst Betrayal
Gentlest morning, and I touch this quiet smile, lightly, trust joy, us… Sister shares a sad word, where he enjoyed her honour over me –
Black Madonna, Revisited
Remember that Autumn, we drove up to Campbell River, like teenagers, skipping out of class – a cackle of women, spiritually forming? Felt as if
