Ponderous Pomanders
I’ve been making Christmas decorations. Like some sort of Christmas fanatic. Like a woman possessed. Like a woman laid off … Continue Reading Ponderous Pomanders
Of Autumn
Seasonal gratitude
One Year
A reflection on what has passed, hope for what is yet to come.
A Valediction: Allowing Mourning
A woman’s pandemic poem Allowing Mourning, or what you will feel.
A Love Letter
Late night poetry from the epicentre.
No Touching
Love in the time of Corona.
Winter-Maker 