The dark side of the new year, with us always: those who struggle to
keep body and soul together, the poor, marginalized, the unseen – until
we really really look, open our eyes to understanding …


yesterday’s torn newspapers                       
wrap Friday’s fish
eaten with vinegar and curses
on a bus which spews toxicity

an elderly woman gets off
staggers to curb
clutching at tail-lights
wanting to hide them in pockets
to use during frigid midnights
afraid of incandescent hydro bills
pension cheques
minimized by government
to increase bureaucratic pay


first published by Gutter


9781771333054_FC‘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 2016.

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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1 Response to Curb-side

  1. francinesw says:

    Yep, reality says with us, just need to remember there are also good people and beauties around us, and I ask myself: what can I do to help?

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