Poems
La Ventana
Imbibing from the mountain A fountain of strength. Clouds break and form On the torn canvas of the sky And a butterfly floats by My reassuringly barred window On the world in which first I walked.
Gutter Love
Two pigeons canoodling in a gutter Make me utter the word God. Their fine feathers are ruffled by the breeze But they’re at ease outside the window Keeping a beady eye on me As I retrieve my Birkenstock’s and tiptoe out To shout His name from the laptop’s.
Happy Heels
It took a bit of building but it’s beautiful to see my new duck-egg blue shoe shelf storage unit, which only on the fourth attempt made it to me. And the difference that she makes to my bedroom, creating space and order, gone the heaps of clothes, which before...
Lament for Carol
My friend is gone but she’s still here, An eminence grise in a forgotten land. It is truly terrible to confront the past Without access to the present, The gift of knowing the time of day Or the answer to the riddle of the Sphynx...