Rental

What does a room remember about who has lived there? Does it hold onto
one tenant more than another? Haunt another? Is it inviting to one and all? …

RENTAL

a rented room wears hats
without knowing who hung them
on which hook                                            

the room known by worn-out shoes
uneasy carpets
and the stain on the counter
where a pot of burning oil
lost its contents and shed flesh
before the fire truck arrived

it is a room where strangers
live without invitation
a place of NSF cheques
unwashed shirts
the place I met you beside a torn dictionary
and emptied words onto your plate
because I couldn’t afford a Kraft dinner

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my scans - after 18 112 cover To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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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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2 Responses to Rental

  1. Francine Wallace says:

    Same feelings when you rent an apartment. You wonder what life habited that place before you, and then you proceed to make it your own. I was lucky, with a big family backing me, to always find a familiar temp. place to lay my head; difficult to join often a crowd one does not see or hear from, hard to make your own. Have a good day!

  2. Any place that has been lived in has its atmosphere, its voices, fortunate if we pick up on them
    and then live our own lives. Happy Wednesday to you too!

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