You can never get white things white again Not really. I put my sneakers in the washing machine With bleach, (That’s after I took a sip obviously) “What can make me clean again” Was the thought That was forever in my head Whenever I thought of the love I had for you.

Too far away Too far Any distance, even a breath is too far. It is more than an offense to be without you. Across the table The room The world Us unable to move. My heart races for you. Shoes quarantined to the floor. Reach, reach, stretch til the tips of our fingers touch and…

(Thank you for making the world a little smaller and humanity a little more connected) The poets are serving Manna bread and honey mead come in – sit down at our table and sip a warm mug of clove mulled metaphors. The commas are browning up nicely in the toaster and the poems that were…

To be met takes total surrender and I have moved with caution , control and contraction for most of my life . To let go …to set down my preferences … to meet nature as it is with all its glory , pain and vulnerability . This is the road I seek, not for the…

An Assyrian called Nebuchadnezzar Was feeling “under ze wezzar” His queen said, “Fiona Will Ward off Corona” If you tune in to ‘A Very British Lezzer’

It is hard work with this skeleton crew No taskmaster of time No overseer except uncertainty Some of us on our balconies Lyrical and true And me falling in love with this simple, embroidered time …mutable yet true.

O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. WHEN WE ARE APART By @bestlitutgist Sent in by Carrie Pemberton-Ford from a sign outside a church. We are not ourselves…

I’ll call her Jean She’s never had a girlfriend She’s 80. She lives near me. Who decided Jean should live out her days alone? Jean couldn’t do it – Be with a man. So was it the Bible Which says you should be stoned for eating shrimp? Jesus never mentioned Jean But he did say…

A Mermaid came to me Siren of great beauty she swam in waters blue, And sang her song Of grave surrender. So beautiful – a childhood riff of sadness and deceit Her silver skein, her glinting fin Sparkled heaven, Between us Fears and tears – ocean waves of tears and laughter chorus Fears and tears…

What if I wrote down every thing that came into my head Like a short story I once read. Stream of conscious without any controls. No filter instead. Oh fudge! What I just said