Don’t want to scrap nowBut I’m in a scrape yowPaper overflow, owBustin’ my double rattan casketsWhere it’s krumpledTissue tat-tered Torn, I’m tutt-tutt-tuttingBubble wrap rappingPaper pack rattingPacking paper browningBits of jute stringingRibbons, bows and Christmas trimmingsI can wrap anythingRap anythingTiny gifts or oversizePaper perfectPast postingsPick it up yowPaper is past […] Read More
Round and round I goOn the carouselHurtling through timeSliding slowly out of the pastAnd pointing towards the power of my present. Free verse. Based on Slides.
Many moons agoThe branches of my life Leafed outIn new directionsBending and twistingVideotapes map my pastThreading through the journeyOf truncated careers and interconnected callingsTracing each slow and painful moveTiny magnetic particles reel me inI’m transferring memoriesThey are precious and preservedAt least for now Free verse. Based on Videotapes.
Into the deep dark dungeon of my past Dismayed by the dust in my mind Field of sticky, cobwebby ways that are still filed away Patterns that persist, folders banished to the basement Despite my persistent sorting, sweeping and clearing My longing for clarity, the bright space of a clear […] Read More
Food hub cupboardTucked in my hoodA place to give and receiveIt is not often bareSo many hubbers mothering. Free verse based on Community Pantry. Inspired by the first published version of The Comic Adventures of Old Mother Hubbard and her Dog, attributed to Sarah Catherine Martin (1768–1826)
None of it is worth muchBut I am captured by the glitterThe sparkle of your youthThe jelly candy colours of your happinessYour promise, your desiresOh to be queen for a nightYou were one royal jewel. Free verse. Based on Granny’s Jewels.
Wash, rinse repeatMy dwindling supply of plastic shopping bagsHanging from my bag treeA drying rack for plasticI accuse my mom of being a bag ladyIt’s a good thing you don’t like cats, I sayHer collection exceeds mineA corner full of bagsAh, but mine has several secret cachesI like to keep […] Read More
My plastic cups runneth over with twist ties and elastics tucked away for the just in cases For a time when rubber and wire are currency I recycle some of the wiry things at my monthly beyond the blue box event, Which I attend religiously Dropping off my recyclables like […] Read More
Chinese red bloomingYet another painting spreePaint tins brush the leaves. Haiku, based on Paint.
I named her FleurThe little Barbie in my vignette.Long brown hair, almond eyes,soft and wide with wonder.Her dress is purple, striped,The matching tam askew.A bicycle beside her,A pot of flowers at her feet. A Parisian scene on my dresser,All that’s left of my child’s play. Free verse, based on Barbie […] Read More