Lying in the tossed sheets in the morning you realise you have woken without something you have felt this before that empty space has been with you as long as you can remember but now it has taken form now that presence has crushed the pillows laid a towel over the chair traced itself uponContinue reading “The Empty Space”
Monthly Archives: Jan 2021
Watermelons
A poem for my mother. – In our house (When the need arises) You cut watermelons Take the carving knife Gently And bring it to bear On the rough edges that hide our fruit Inspect the flesh It is flawed no doubt but without rot Slice it in even orderly parts The best for servingContinue reading “Watermelons”