October 2, 2017

Half Century

Fifty approaches, and I’m Settled. More like a building into its foundations Than a bee on a flower. My bucket list is emptied across the sand; All my youthful potential, which was squandered, has got its second wind. A late … Continue reading

Karen
September 14, 2017

Poledance

This is the pole That centres our dance On a white-knuckle ride, A meeting by chance. We stand, disconnected, always looking down, Swaying together under the ground. Closer than lovers, breath in my face; A zipless encounter that we’ll soon … Continue reading

Karen