Poem Category: All

Its flesh bites my knife
the boar’s Heaven rending squeals
to remain a pig.

midnight wind
fire light throbbing
over her crime novel.

Bag-woman asleep
the bus stop crowd
standing guard.

Mouse in the corn
some scarecrow shade
under the old girl’s dress.

Grandmother’s garden
wiping the damp mosses
from her sand-stone seats.

Fire works
shortening his chain
the guard dog’s fear.