Can anything be more fun that free-wheeling down a hill, sun shining, dandelions and Queen Anne’s Lace on the banks, trees bending, until …
RIDING AGAIN
my jacket 
wings out
as I fly
down the hill
feet free
of pedals
hands ready
to brake
hair blows back
as speed carries
me down
to steep turn
which I miss
slide
into bushes
bike on top
NEW! ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, May 15, 2016.
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