on her owl backpack, “Doctor Vanessa, she does have blood in her wing so she’ll be fine. But there’s no… Read more tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery… (a re-post in honour of her upcoming ninth birthday)
Grandma’s Hands
Originally posted on Ivor.Plumber/Poet:
I wonder what mum and grandma are thinking Mum was born after the First World War…
Prologue B (their second beginning)
How it always seemed he was cutting her down. Her paranoia. How she had misunderstood. And that letter – a… Read more Prologue B (their second beginning)
prologue A (part eight)
wednesday (part one is here) “It was a stramineous night, filled with scratchy un-poeticisms and badly timed… Read more prologue A (part eight)
hush (part seven)
wednesday (part one is here) His heart obeyed. Rather automatically – hushing as he so carefully tore… Read more hush (part seven)
someone used to call her the diving girl. a misheard lyric. like her, she felt. (part six)
wednesday (part one is here) She was so happy she finally had her driver’s license. But she wasn’t going… Read more someone used to call her the diving girl. a misheard lyric. like her, she felt. (part six)
ellipsis (part five)
wednesday (part one is here) Staring at the blank page he wondered about the small holes (they were… Read more ellipsis (part five)
to whom it may concern, the answer is hot tea vending machines. (part four)
wednesday (part one is here) It was a big deal, the day she realised she didn’t know anything. Well,… Read more to whom it may concern, the answer is hot tea vending machines. (part four)
it was friday. and a list appeared. lists are not normally her thing. (part three)
wednesday (part one is here) one sweet potato and one eggplant, listed after the fact of purchase. one notepad one… Read more it was friday. and a list appeared. lists are not normally her thing. (part three)
My spirit wishes to express something poignant and poetic about the trauma, and overwhelming community generosity, my country is experiencing… Read more
say no to clowns 