Poetry

The Mother Wound: A Poem in Two Parts

This week for my writer’s group, the topic was to imagine sitting down to tea with your wisest self and giving your less wise self advice. Letter writing was encouraged, but the verse form appealed to me most, which is … Continue reading

The Dream Approached

The dream approached my ear, I listened As it crept from the house bones to the bed Each grain of transmission thumbing through space To ring the bell of a den designed for reverie