Luscious

Posted on September 2, 2015 by

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                           174..8.25.12. peaches
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 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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