mind the gap

mind the gap

Twisting And turning And man-spreading. Women With bags And crossed ankles And a dozen rings. Lights flickering And scooters And stained fabric From the hundred asses That came before yours. Stale air Punctuated With too much cologne On businessmen Wearing dead...
anonymous

anonymous

This poem is based on the play I saw in Newcastle, Rebecca, adapted from the novel written by Daphne du Maurier.   I think that in some way I relate very strongly To the new Mrs. de Winter, Who remains nameless. She marries a man She barely knows In a whirlwind...
aeroplane

aeroplane

I like watching The little airplane Move across the screen, Showing me Where I am. If I look out the window, Into the darkness, I think I see the ocean Below the clouds. The food is terrible And the coffee is worse But the company isn’t so bad And I like the sound Of...
my mother’s daughter

my mother’s daughter

Dear mommah, It’s almost your birthday. You would be 48, But the universe had other plans. September 14th will mark 5 years That you’ve been gone. I can hardly believe it. I have a bottle Of your perfume. Sometimes I mist it on my pillow And give myself a...