Poem: I once heard of a poetess / whose ideas blossom in her gut / like unplanned pregnancies.
This has been a week of poetry. Shouldn’t life’s storms always be followed by art?
Poem: The snow melted yesterday. / Watching run-off trickle to the creek, / I felt my crystallized heart slip between / the thawing sinews of my chest.
Poem: How much love can grow / From the seeds of what we do / For us, and us alone.
Poem: Don’t worry about losing your job – you’re a beautiful girl.
Poem: An homage and a cottage in the clouds.
“So, what do you go for in a girl?” / He crows, lifting a lager to his lips
Gestures where his mate sits / Downs his glass
“He prefers tits / I prefer ass.
What do you go for in a girl?”
Poem: That moment when something wakes you up, although you hadn’t known you were sleeping.
Poem: Learning that a woman can eclipse the moon.
Poem: Foolish man. And more the fool, me.