Glenda G.The Focus of Distractionfinches dart in and out of my garden; I sit on the deck, stare at them, stare at the paper until the wind blows and thoughts scatterJun 18, 2018Jun 18, 2018
Glenda G.Summer morningthe lane lies against my back yard, sometimes gently, other times shouting rudely when a car speeds to the opposite end and brakes as a…Jun 2, 2018Jun 2, 2018
Glenda G.Midnight SkyI feel the glittering darkness probe hesitant fingers through my mind’s sealed vault and the soft glow of memory collapses into black…Apr 25, 2018Apr 25, 2018
Glenda G.Mum’s CoatI have it still; I think I always will. Your flapper coat, I say. Did it hug your joys, and keep the hurts at bay?Mar 6, 2018Mar 6, 2018
Glenda G.inPoets UnlimitedFor The Dogs In Our Livestail wagging, little bum wriggling, tongue slurping on my hands and face body curving in goofy demented joy – eight pounds of bliss and…Feb 12, 2018Feb 12, 2018
Glenda G.Her ShoesThey stood there once, scuffed toes and worn soles edged against a metal rail at the roaring mists of Iguazu.Dec 28, 2017Dec 28, 2017
