yesterday we went down the lane / picked blackberries / wild raspberries / you called them
grapes / I carried you / our heads together / we laughed in each other’s mouths / followed
the path to the river / a small beach / stones in the water / your dad made the st...
as i walked in the hot kiln sun
i saw two men sat beside a haiku pond
complete with emerald-pad lilies, swollen frog
and blossom that pinked as I approached
one man was made of screeching flesh
he dangled a fishing line in to the...
On the surface, “Noses” may look like a standard visual poem about one wishing they had “a different nose”. Although funny and a tad bit cynical, there is a deeper meaning to the poem. I wrote it through assessing my heritage while asking myself “why do I have t...