I don’t like heights. And I’m not alone in this. Was Icarus scared silly before he jumped? Did he truly believe he would fly with his wax-glued feathers? I would never have done it …



. . . the edge
of the cliff

wind catches
. . . .my shirt
. . hauls on fabric
pulls      down

. .grasses grip
. . . quick look
waves break retreat
rocks black
. . small from here

129..3.10.15.blog..a gust tugs
. . . my body

height distance
pull sight
. . . . to a whirl
. a nauseous
. . . . fear


first published in Silent Things


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes


About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she is now living in Shawnigan Lake, BC. She is married to Robert, an accountant, and they have three sons, Andrew Jon Mark ... and two cats, Alice and Chaucer. 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... Clarity House Press has published several of her chapbooks including: Berry and the Birthday Band (2010) One of These Little Ones (1987) – out of print Cuernavaca Diary (1990) – out of print Seasons (1993) – out of print Watch-night (2005) – out of print
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