I could write reams about the taste of peaches, the feel of the
peel, the smell of them … Canned peaches are okay, but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, like juice running down my chin …
LUSCIOUS
peaches hide 
behind deep green
soft blushes peer
flushed by sunlight
warmly ripe
peel purrs slides
juice runs soft
on my tongue
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first published in Events Quarterly
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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan
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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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