A Late March Petal

A Retelling of Oscar Wilde’s The Selfish Giant Hope slicing snow brings back a late March petal and a big, big smile flushed full   in the darkening puddle of Boy’s eyes.  Softness loosens itself among two hearts holding tight, hands folded light.  Boy raises his plump face. He wants that blooming cherry-pink blossom  just there above the […]

He is at my Window

He comes to me from the nighttime coldon my ivy snow doorstep and me at my windowComes in big boots and coatsComes in with haircut gossip and grey rumoursMy wrinkle body is old and slow and silent listeningHe is a lonesome traveller blowing from north to east outsideHe is the fearless knight to save prostitute […]