The Funeral Celebrant
The funeral celebrant He didn’t know him, of courseThe deceasedInstead he stitched together a homespunCloth of many huesA wifely tale or twoA child’s distant memoriesA mate’s …
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Evening Song
for Sylvia Plath (Morning Song) Once upon a foreign timewe were bornour hearts ticked loudOur mothers fussed and frettedfearful our baby breaths would falterheard every …
And so it goes
The mess on the tableThreatens methe haphazard papers balding pens useless blunt scissorsmurky mugs open dusty laptops tissues scrawled on coffee stained calendarcards for this …