The Lawyer

We’ve been getting our wills organized which has involved visits to a lawyer. I’m intrigued by legal language, people talk of it as convoluted but I find it, within the seeming verbosity, singularly precise: it says exactly what’s intended …


029..2.21.14THE LAWYER

papers piled
on his desk
in    he says
coherent system

one hand lifts                                     026..2.21.14
to a yellow file
my name tabbed
in black ink

other folders
stay   balanced
as he opens

reads   corrects
in meager space
remaining within
the systematic


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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