Poetry

now that i have my son i hardly think of you two. where are you? heaven, presumably. 6 weeks i housed you fed you shed you released what

Down down down into the ground ground ground into a hole hole hole i go and go go go and then i’m gone.

Sometimes I see you, standing there.   But mostly, you are standing there, and I don’t see you at all.

i look at you with my northern eyes my compass points the sun and moon the sun shines backwards the moon the other way but

I hold in my hand a mosquito. He bites me again and again sucks my blood but I don’t kill him I don’t want to

how can life be so mean? full of hope LIFE, even then SPLAT! my tummy telling me more than any angel card or knowledge quiz

when we had sex this morning i thought of you naked to the eye your little chin bristles all lined up in a row I

water at my toes when i’m driving through the winding roads – the sea crashes into me eyes wandering where the deep blue deepens darker