OUR CATEGORY : Joyce Harries


an egg cup holds short-stemmed spring dandelions picked by tiny hands from along the warm garage wall thrust up sticky sap stained fingers squeezed bright yellow the mother holds these shaggy gifts under her child’s chin says you like butter don’t you the child laughs years later tests her own child’s chin ~ Joyce Harries […]

Not at the Quinte Hotel

A Tribute to Al Purdy’s Poem At the Quinte Hotel I’m drinking I’m drinking tea with lime wedges in my bedroom on a hot summer night you can see …I’m a demure woman there’s a rucus a raucus rucus under my bedroom window it trolls down the street as a young woman repeats the F […]