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I’ve been told to never use heart in a poem. It’s worn, archaic, schmaltzy— used by all the doggerelists this workshop leader has warned...

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Mar 21, 20232 min read


Meter Maid
Lovely Rita, meter maid, nothing can come between us —The Beatles The parking meter has ripped me off...

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Mar 18, 20231 min read


Rodentia
My landlady is ranting about the squirrels, how they dig up all her flowers, calling them tree rats, that all of us would hate them if it...

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Mar 15, 20231 min read


The Fence
On the other side of the fence, the neighbour’s grass is lush and weedless. I see him kissing his stunning wife, tenderly, without...

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Mar 9, 20231 min read


Anthem
The path to peace it’s said is found in sacred books of old, on parchment, scrolls and ink; in a choir’s hallelujah, ringing bells and...

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Feb 25, 20231 min read


Raking Leaves with Anneliese
She holds open ruptured bags as I heave loads of coloured leaves into their crinkled, paper mouths like a backhoe dropping dirt into a...

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Feb 21, 20231 min read


Exhalation
Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts. – Thich Nhat Hanh My muses must have...

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Feb 18, 20231 min read


Ode to Olivia
I’ll sign my pseudonym to your confession, echo expletives in overture, regretting the passing through birth canals, staging reenactments...

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Feb 18, 20232 min read


Church Bells
The steeple bell from the Anglican church chimes every 15 minutes, doing a double at the bottom of the hour, and nothing short of a...

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Feb 18, 20231 min read


The Child
Yes, yours was the most unusual of reasons, to avoid the city playgrounds, the parks where noisy children race amok. One of these little...

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Feb 17, 20231 min read


The Blues
got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues –Ringo Starr I’m melancholy enough to sing the blues. There’s surely no shortage of...

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Feb 17, 20231 min read


Omnipotence
I, more stolidly, tend to suspect that God is a novelist — a garrulous and deeply unwholesome one too. – Martin...

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Feb 17, 20231 min read


Saturday
The backyard birds have competition. I came here to hear them, their morning melody, rousing like a symphony with a wind-blown branch as...

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Feb 17, 20231 min read


Penny-Farthing
You sense I'm not impressed with your selection. It's antique, you say and British at that. I will not be seen on such a bicycle as...

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Feb 16, 20231 min read


The Lesser Light
“Then God made two great lights: the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night” — Genesis 1:16 No one writes...

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Feb 15, 20231 min read


Priscilla, Asleep
I’ve noticed, whenever you roll to your side, you take much of the blanket with you, my legs and feet bereft, left bare but ready to...

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Feb 14, 20231 min read


The Carnation
The carnation I left you was given with much pondering – not as romantic, they’ll say, as its more beloved, historic rival, the rose; not...

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Feb 14, 20231 min read


Marooning the Muse
We sat at the beach together but I didn’t write a thing. I looked to the horizon and its meeting of sky and sea and the cerulean they...

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Feb 14, 20231 min read


Third Trimester
The Beatles are on Sullivan and I’m about to be born. There is no correlation other than my mother is watching them on television, and...

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Feb 14, 20231 min read


The Ellipsis . . .
teases amid the white, leaving us to guess what's been omitted, cherry- picking its many biases, filtering out the disparaging in every...

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Feb 13, 20231 min read
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