Self-Esteem for Giants [Poem]
Sometimes I think I am just the way
dishes get transported up and down stairs–
like, having no legs, they invented me
Nothing Personal [Poem]
like a balloon, the globe escaped
and drifted into the star-pricked dark
or perhaps it was I, filled with
the good air of hopefulness,
tied tightly by a mother’s hand.
What We Were Given We Did Not Know [Poem]
A new poem about poetic inheritance, in honour of my friend and mentor Marvin Bell
Dysthymia [Poem]
I don’t really want to do anything–
not peep through the small doors
at mice living out unimaginative lives
or run a finger over the beaded skin
of a rattling snake, coaxing venom.
Two Poems in December 30.1
I received my contributor’s copy of December 30.1 (Spring/Summer 2019) today. The new editors have done a smashing job of carrying on its literary legacy, and I’m delighted to have work within its pages. You can catch order issue 30.1 or subscribe on the December website.
Cyclone Reviewed in London Grip
A remarkably kind and perceptive review of Cyclone by Adele Ward in London Grip