On a bad day

So, it’s April 1st in a world that is very strange for all of us right now. I’m not that fond of practical jokes, too often someone’s feelings get hurt, and right now no one needs
to be hurt beyond what we are dealing with on a daily basis,  life can be fun without
inflicting more pain than we have to bear right now …

ON A BAD DAY

a previous self
showed up this morning                                 
a boat on each foot
skis on her shoulders
and a mouthful of blue words
that she spat like Shakespeare
into water-tight columns
that danced across the land
destroying rivers of DDT
uprooting tall fences
before she ate a cheese sandwich
then sang Ave Maria
while standing on her head

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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petroglyphs

We were exploring one of the Gulf Islands last fall and came across
some very old petroglyphs, barely distinguishable so worn they were,
but very evocative in an open glade, surrounded by cedars …

PETROGLYPHS

the grief and pain                                       
of a generation
who danced their ending
among these cedars

heartbreak carved
in rock
in a forest glade

leaving footprints
to be read
by descendants

I come    listen
and take their experience
into my own silence

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my scans - after 18 112 cover To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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Distant songs

I was watching kids on a playground the other day, remembering games I played in the long ago, such fun it was, even the remembering. I don’t think the games or pranks have changed much …

DISTANT SONGS

the game of childhood                                 
played in small spaces
with delicious fear
prickling under skin

a prank that runs
and chases shadows
under fences through
high field grass
to pick unripe apples

rhymes fly on high
then skip from my hand
to your hand and fall
like jacks in tangled
limbs of laughter

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9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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Herbs of an Older Grace

I use herbs a lot, and I relish their names. There’s one that doesn’t appear in this poem but has a particularly lovely name: mignonette.It’s definitely an old-fashioned herb, my mother grew it but I’ve not seen it anywhere since in her garden …

HERBS OF AN OLDER GRACE

I am a rack of dried herbs
oregano  thyme  sage

common mullein

a few years older than
basil   bay   marjoram
having gone through
years of dehydration

sere and crushed I wait
lavender  mullein  balm
crinkled and crisped
angelica   borage  dill
having uses beyond thought
senses more than six

reach for me daily
chervil   fennel  mint
savour and use my wonder
lovage   savory   parsley
know I never leave
you who hold me dear

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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Down-town eastside

Winter is not the best time for those who live on the streets, cold,
asking for help, out of work, each of them with a past we can only imagine …

DOWNTOWN EASTSIDE

the cellist on the corner
draws circles with his bow                   
catches a rolling
can on his foot
kicks it into his cart
while Beethoven escapes
from his mind

he’s an Ogden Nash
of reason outside rhyme
a serenade unwritten
looping through Bach
Wagner and a Mozart étude

he’s a junkie
strung past hard-core
woven into dirty shirt
and low-slung pants
a-drift on hunger
feeding symphonies
to trucks and traffic horns
through the opera
of his past

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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In praise of the Rare Welsh

Hot cheese with beer added? The Joy of Cooking, p.242, has the recipe for this most traditional of dishes …

IN PRAISE OF THE RARE WELSH

rarebit or rabbit? who would know      
the way to spell or to pronounce
what comes from no grand chateau
and always lacks a rabbit’s meat

a dish that’s made with ale or beer
but must contain aged yellow cheese
the first will give a sense of cheer
the second adds that tangy taste

some cooks prefer to use rich cream
with mustard and a touch cayenne
which version may appear supreme
but surely adds avoirdupois

beer or cream make a fat tit-bit
that could become a Welsh rabbit

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9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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Stories Untold

I was looking at old black and white photos recently, many of them uncaptioned so I had to guess who was who and where they were …

STORIES UNTOLD

I wonder whose houses
stand against smiling skies                
whose eyes close
against flash bulbs
hide behind veiled hats

what stories twist
behind black and white
billow from mouth
to caption     fragment
against baptismal record
flirt with marriage lines
to become tales told
by my mother when dusk
turns the pages

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9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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