Walking into wind, I lean into my mother's muskrat coat ( Read more... )

“Last Testaments ( Read more... )

Last Testaments
by Lorna Crozier

The cancer began in her tonsils,
she'd say that with a smile
almost expecting to be teased
for such a serious disease
rooting in that childish place.
She remembered her son at four
when he'd had his out,
the way he'd looked at her as the nurse
slid the cold thermometer up his bum.
She carried on as usual, cleaned the house,
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My next-door neighbour tells me ( Read more... )

Poem About Nothing

Zero is the one we didn't understand
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Marriage: Getting Used To

It did not take me long
to get used to his leather
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Counting the Magpie

“Souls of poets dead and gone.”
- Keats

Warm-blooded
explosion into air, breath spinning into matter,
becoming bird, long-tailed ( Read more... )