When someone dies, what connected you to them is set adrift
Immobile, leg encased in plaster, climb the 30 steps, ascend to comfort and sanctuary. No time to think or talk, no time to write with too much time. Two months of tv movies and dinners, old books read again. Until the time came, when the leg awoke, became a thousand tiny living creatures, a paper…Read more DESCEND
via Daily Prompt: Notorious It was exciting to be there at the Paris Omnisport in Bercy. Even getting there was fun, the five of us, arriving late, checking in before taking the Metro because it was rush hour and we were late already. 'Five tickets for Bercy,' our guide asked, in English. The ticket attendant…Read more NOTORIOUS
I found this old draft that I’d never published so here it is now, reblogged.
I wish I wasn’t where I am,
They took the easter out of egg and stripped the fair of fun It was a committee decision with a person in the chair but there was no offence and no-one left to care They took the christ out of Christmas Now an X marks the spot where love was ripped away making room for…Read more Where Have All The Heroes Gone?
Today is World Poetry Day Imagine there was a day for writing poetry, for words that cure sorrow, hurt and loneliness, feed hungry people, house the homeless, when a rhythmic phrase might stop a war and calm the hate that chokes the love and fans the flames of bitter bile, churning in the bowels of …Read more Elusive Poem