Poem Category: All

camping out…
in the waterfall cold
our gooseflesh-showers

living alone –
my dog and I
lick our plates clean

living alone –
inside the fridge light
my midnight snacks

green walls –
over the garden shed
the Gum trees – mildew

budding
in the garden
our daughter sun-baking

insomnia
the whispering-in
of the lace curtains

art class nude
unable to copy
the folds of her hair

childless
no end of her hoarding
to fill her home

father‘s portrait
a bolt of lightning
flashes on his stare

the Basilica
I lean closer to the Pieta
for my selfie