and I am swooped back to my mother’s garden patched with sunlight: rosemary, lavender and thyme bee-stung with camomile the small white flowers of that Elizabethan herb ‘mignonette’, a name to conjure dainty love small secret kisses demure eyes and smile the dance of light and a faint fragrance a touch of petals on my […]
our voices hush into the furniture gossip eases down the cushions herbal tea comforts my hands outside traffic hums the window talk and travel wax the table reflecting our faces as poetry rises ~ Joanna M. Weston Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five […]
telephone inquiries overseas operator dial and connect anxious moments listening to static across five thousand miles my brother’s voice ~ Joanna M. Weston Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A […]
four back-facing baseball caps slouched black jackets touched by street-light furtive into shadow moving on ~ Joanna M. Weston Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father, published by […]
chain-link fence and parking lot with three battered cars in oil-slicked puddles misery sealed in a bottle recycled over-used tipped and drained past midnight when screw-you gets slammed gut and dirty shroud behind the final yell thump on bone loaded into the dumpster emptied with bleeding over that chain-link fence ~ Joanna M. Weston Joanna […]
