Morning Sounds

Twee birds, rumbling boat horns,
rough timber movement
rolled up for the night
into a living room carpet spiral
with socks and cat toys,
spoons, string, lost chopsticks.
Leaned sideways through the timeline,
bending toward a corner wall.
And then … Read on Macduff...

Pears

Jane won’t eat pears. No matter the context.
Stranded on Pear Planet.
Attacked by toothy pears.
Armed with only a pear fork.
Peckish.
Oh, she’ll kill ’em. Oh sure.
She can be savage.
But she won’t eat the flesh or … Read on Macduff...