Category: Poetry

the jar is ajar

unkindest of karmas a girl growing full of curiosity hidden with the forbidden just an apple or a sealed vessel – if worlds tilt on such equations what hope? yet peppered with the punitive our speck of salvation to reach again or uncork the…

Growing strangers

The dusk burned evenly into a warm brown toast street by street lamps gave hints of here and there grew carbon copies that slid instinctively along  pavements only the etched, shady ladies stood back to scoop strangers unfamiliar with the sex of theft The…

Grief is a leaf

I’m not sure I can howl though certainly there are dread events disembowling enough to summon a Munch scream Lord please spare me that horror piles up in numbers dates, head counts, ages and then little by little the faces appear life-like captures that…