Avenue from Memory

We walked here,
you and I
along the avenue
dearest uncle.
We spoke of days
long since gone…
You took me
to a place
where you were young,
your heart was strong.

You asked to to take note
of every little thing…
It was your favourite place
where once you had a wine cellar
just beyond the ancient trees,
you shared bottles with the Baroness
and laughed many afternoons away.

A tear rolled down your cheek
as you hugged me close
this would be the last time…


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Morning Commute

I perch precariously
beside a rouged young parrot
with a heavy belly
full of summer’s bounty,
her discontent oozing,
her abundant bulk swamping me.

Extra tinted eyelids
hood her eyes,
staring straight ahead
she clears her throat
as I lean back and cross my legs,
she clears her murky throat again
rubs her nose, leans into me…

She knows I am aware
but really doesn’t care.

Virtuosity of “Une Belle Dame sans Merci”

This poem appears in Frog Croon, Literary Anthology, Issue 3. Please click here to see the rest of the issue.

Ruby mouth and sapphire eyes,
Their faces drink in every move,
Training helps her improvise,
Daring some to disapprove.

Their faces drink in every move,
Her satin virtuosity
Daring some to disapprove
Her lies of reciprocity.

Her satin virtuosity
Hidden in the mask’s cracked groove,
Her lies of reciprocity,
She has nothing left to prove.

Hidden in the mask’s cracked groove
A tender heart filled with fear,
She has nothing left to prove,
Facing herself, her last frontier.

A tender heart filled with fear,
Training helps her improvise,
Facing herself, her last frontier
Ruby mouth and sapphire eyes.

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