One Eight Six

One eight six She likes the sandwiches cut in triangles,vegemite and butter and I’m lithe with a knifean even spread sculpting the edges.Though it goes against her pride in doing so,I help with the shoelaces that slip undoneour kitten fighting every finger. It’s a special ordinance rope I carefully plait,we have to be certain that … Continue reading One Eight Six

Shifting Times

Shifting times Sleep departs more often nowseeking a more comfortable companionI find my breathinghas become a difficult conversation the doves are too low in the birchesnot safe from south or eastwhere they huddle new eggsan arm’s length from my waking this is the age of tucked in pantscoffee many hours before dawna listening for predatorsthe … Continue reading Shifting Times