Dinner at 6

So the world returns to normal: wake-up, work, dishes, schedules, more dishes, sleep … festivities over and we’re back into regular routines. Do we have a tendency to get the January blues? Maybe it’s the weather, rain, snow, fog …



scars of four thousand                                     
six o’clocks braid
my hair

old meals
leave their smell
on the roof of my mouth

dishes wiped
by ten thousand
dish cloths
line cupboards

torn tea-towels
lie over
tea-stained cups

the next meal
will be hash
from leftovers


first published in Herspectives


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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