Gone Missing

I don’t think I’m the only one who puts things in safe places and then can’t remember where the safe place is. Or I go looking for something and then can’t remember what I’m looking for. Just those days when there’s too much going on,  I’ve too much on my mind …


I lost what I was looking for
whatever it was
045..8.2.12.blog.mailboxshoe    light switch
bridle    mail slot


10450123..7.11.14.blog..if I could peer
round that building
over that hedge
I’d find     hang onto
if I knew what it was

flat tire     scarf
tree where we picnicked
anchor    cry of actors

oh the frustration
of catching that glimpse
as it flicks out of sight
Aug.1992 Mark's modela rattling echo
of something or other


first published in the Camel Saloon


thoseblueshoescoverThose Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner

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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