LUPUS IN FLIGHT

So this is morning, this grey wetness? The Christmas lights stay on all night and the clocks tick in the new year. The willow looks...

Do you remember when I wrote about my poems being worked into glass by a glassworks artist? The person who suggested my name was a poet her...

The wind is a howlin' tonight and although snow might not greet me tomorrow morning, I wonder how the trees will fare… this year I don...

A little boy sits opposite me,  absorbed in a game, on a gadget I do not own,  for which I have no name. He kicks his heels up,  (onl...

There she weaves by night and day… She has heard a whisper say A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows no...

My eyes dance, my soul trembles my nerves collapse under the strain - I close my eyes, the dancer whirls, I seek her limbs in vain -...

Some days when the spirit of the laughing Buddha is still, the clouds gather ominously and we shelter each other; I am waiting for lig...

The trick or treaters have been thin on the ground for some years now that we are grown and flown. But when I caught wind from my Canadian c...

The most important thing, when you are terribly late, is to make an entrance... Masked warrior is my best bet tonight at the 6th Annua...

'This too shall pass', my grandmother said, over and over to me -  There was always something that needed comforting ...