It's Still Life

Just Like Yesterday Thirty nearly forty years now although odd thing, time, it seems like yesterday we arrived here from a place where it was always warm and sunlight was fluid as olive oil. We lived in the midst of an old orchard. Lemons grew in the garden. Thin-skinned oranges. Two olive trees. An avocado…

I. One More Jab Spell your name – and so I did. Date of birth – which I confirmed. Side effects, she says sore arm fever headache itchy slight shingles rash at which point I’m thinking itchy scratchy oh no don’t. Which arm, she asks. Left, I say. I sleep on my right. She says…

I.Connective Tissues A man walks to the corner, and back. Again. And again. Holds a placard in his hand. The End Is Nigh We are, perhaps, savedfrom never ending ends. Autumn ended before itstarted. No flaming colours.A wind blew autumn away. And now we’re on the brinkof sudden seasons of white. Water celebrates its rise…

I Want the Measure of Things From head to foot mybed is nearly 12 bananas.From here to the fridgeit’s at least 20 pineapples. I’m not sure what I can measure with milk. Or gravy. I’d teach kids to count –1 banana, 2 bananas,3 bananas, kiss yourNana 4 times more,5 figs, 6 figs, no onegives a…

The Last Rose of Summer It’s the last rose of summer.A rosewave.Its petals free-falling across the table.Final daysare always so fragile .If I’d not cut it from its limb,and lovingly possessed it,would it have lasted longer?A day perhaps, or two. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Alliteration Consonance Assonance, and PA’s Day 7 “health” and Day 8 Blank of…