fiona goodwin

We never thought we would ever see this day, The world paralyzed, at home we must stay. We are at war with an invisible enemy…

Oh my country Oh my world I miss you so I long for your touch to hear you breathe out of breath Tasty salty sweaty…

WE ARE NOT IN THE SAME BOAT … I heard that we are all in the same boat, but it’s not like that. We are…

Halfway down the stairs Is a stair Where I sit. There isn’t any Other stair Quite like It. I’m not at the bottom, I’m not…

You don’t care about me Lululemon And I’m not taking out on you because you’re slim And you don’t care about me Mr Adonis When…

I love old bones Tumbling stones in our red rock river They glisten. Wet. I listen. Moans made in sweet sleep Aroused in the dark…

Today I think no poetry will serve enough to make us feel better Tomorrow maybe but unlikely Maybe next week or the week after Also…

Funny, Sad, Lonely, Healthy, Cat, Fat, Walk, Snow, Cold, Lazy, Crazy, Horny, Shower.. Not My Best But Will Have To Do My Friends Found It…

The Ides of March and now everyday stretches innumerably before  and war time jargon fits ,, I hate this frontline talk because (all my loved…

Cut daffodils Easy sacrifices for our table Paper thin delicacies Sweet as amaretto shots In this fleeting Russian Orthodox Day The JESUS prayer intoned Too…

And it seems so strange that you can still find so much time for hatred, when life is just a drop between the minute-this one…

I’ve done things and said things That haven’t always been in my interest I’ve said yes to people and places When my heart wasn’t in…

This is a poem is about my mom Waltraud who is in the beginning stages of dementia/depression I Walk In The Door With My Head…

Robin moved and started a new job in Pennsylvania two weeks before the lockdown. This is inspired by a morning walk. Gracious, tolerant, gentle and…

We are I am You are. This is the place. And I am here. You are here too. I am she. You are you. We…

Sitting on my front porch knitting, My slowly dying dog is calmly sunning in between occasional terror-like wakings, not your kind of night terror I’m…

Dream town is the place to be anything you want to see just close your eyes and follow me to Dream Town! Images come and…

Said Hamlet to Ophelia ‘I’ll do a sketch of thee. What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?’

A spirit came to me last night It filled me full of fear It lurked behind the bedroom door It gave me such a scare…

A smart young poet aware Of lipstick smudges that dare Supped through a straw Her coffee and more And now looks better “on air”.