Wednesday 27 February 2013
refuse
Discarded without a backward glance
Left drowning in an oily puddle
along with the other detritus
created only this day and already waste,
the crushed plastic bottle, the can, the wrapper.
Thrown away because it no longer serves
like youth, like love, like life.
Sunday 24 February 2013
popular culture
crouching tiger
she bends into the wind
ears flattened
eloquent tail twitching
fur rippling
a field of brindle wheat
sensing the ghost cat
she blows bridles snarls
hidden dragon
Saturday 16 February 2013
Wednesday 13 February 2013
Friday 8 February 2013
Saturday 2 February 2013
My husband tells of other days
My husband tells of other days
Of hunting octopus
With a white hankie
Thrust in water
To imitate light
And if there was no hankie
A pale leg would do as well.
Boys, pushing each other,
Lanky armed, laughing
Trickery and triumph
Riches in poverty
Of great salads of lettuce
Freshly pulled with the earth still clinging.
Whole onions
Tomatoes from the vine.
Wrinkly olives black as night
Random addition of herbs
All drowning in oil
Thick, sharp, green
Riches in poverty
Of his mother's bread and pasta
Made at dawn every day
And every year a child born
And children dying every year
Two dead once
In one day
Her grief for every loss
Her love for each who stayed
Of the simple riches in great poverty.
Of laughter, food
And love.
Friday 1 February 2013
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