They say the granite sparkles. Aye, in the sun, a lovely sparkle. She tries to see it, face up against the stone and in the ends decides - It is an hallucination from living this far North, surrounded by grey and (possibly) granite radioactivity affecting their sight. She makes a joke to that effect and … Continue reading Pardon me … if I don’t Trust your Hallucinations
Tag: poetry in the time of coronavirus
February Fragments
2. Groundhog Day is grey, Winter is over & Spring? a snowfall away. 9. Snow, snow and more snow. Minus temperatures at night & garden swimming. 17. Snowdrops - first flowers. This year we leave them growing for you, are not here. 24. The wind feels warmer. Birds chirp in the trees, buds swell & … Continue reading February Fragments
Swimming with Swans
The winter is cold. Ice forms on the loch. I swim & two swans follow.
The Dog Needs Botox
A sestina. with the six repeating words chosen by jess, john & sveta. He gets up every morning at 6am to walk the dog. At this time of year, the ground is thick with frost – the stars his guiding light. Walking feeds his soul and prepares him for home, where she, and conflict await. … Continue reading The Dog Needs Botox
Darkness is your country
A tritina inspired by Ursula le guin's 1983 'a left-handed commencement address' To wander alone, late at night, in the dark is foolish. Who knows what might happen to women out there? Best stay safe indoors. House. Home. Hearth = Indoors. These are spaces built to exclude the dark and protect a family. In particular … Continue reading Darkness is your country
Barefoot Sociologist 