On Writing

Poem 32 – Ode to George Elliott Clarke’s Mouth

Ode to George Elliott Clarke’s Mouth When he took the stage in the atelierit was an assaultthe air heaved toward himrendering me breathlessmy spin reconfigured in attention a vertebrae salutethe space became a sanctuarya long mantis finger pushed up his glassesand.then.he.quaked Head leaned backforehead glistening with sweatcheeks puffed proud like mountainslips, oh lips! peeling back in revelationspit,… Continue reading Poem 32 – Ode to George Elliott Clarke’s Mouth

On Writing

Poem 12 – Tuesday AM (plus a bonus)

Tuesday AM This morning is carnelian and coffeeNavy tights and burgundy leg warmers It is vintage Santas waving at grey cloudsTypewriters holding worlds of stories in their keys In the photo on the corner of my deskNonna’s gentle blue-green eyes are singing To The Poems I Start When I’m Falling Asleep My apologies!You are important.… Continue reading Poem 12 – Tuesday AM (plus a bonus)

On Writing

Rhododendrons & A Virtual Book Launch

"We were amongst the rhododendrons. There was something bewildering, even shocking, about the suddenness of their discovery. The woods had not prepared me for them." Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, pg. 72. I finished reading du Maurier's Rebecca in the early morning yesterday. I've been devouring this thrilling story for the last couple of weeks,… Continue reading Rhododendrons & A Virtual Book Launch