​The Brethren

From the March 2017 Print Edition

The brethren walk about in hatsAnd up they go and down they go.The brethren’s hats are black as bats,Their faces are as white as snow,And up they go and down they go.Amen amen they say and thenThey turn their faces to the wall.As if they were not there at allThey turn their faces to the wall.They . . . . Continue Reading »

God Talk

From the December 2016 Print Edition

Evenings are when I like to talk to God.I wait all day to watch till He goes by.I wonder is it me and am I odd?I see the sky and God is in the sky.My garden is a special place for God.I have my garden friend, a secret one.We are as like as two peas in a podI see the sun and God is in the sunI read a . . . . Continue Reading »

The Power of Love

From the January 2016 Print Edition

When I go walking on the street My Guardian Angel walks behind. I hear the rustling of his feet. I feel the movement of his mind. His heart is mine. I hear it beat. My heart is his and he is kind. I hear the rustling of his feet. I feel the whirring of his wings. Be still my soul, my body sings, Be . . . . Continue Reading »

The Power of Love

From the May 2015 Print Edition

When I go walking on the street My Guardian Angel walks behind. I hear the rustling of his feet. I feel the movement of his mind. His heart is mine. I hear it beat. My heart is his and he is kind. I hear the rustling of his feet. I feel the whirring of his wings. Be still my soul, my body sings, Be . . . . Continue Reading »

The Scapegoat

From the April 2015 Print Edition

Your Dad is bad, your Mum is mad,Your brothers all run wild,And you were born with feet of horn,For you are Satan’s child.The fairies stole your soul at birthAnd stashed it God-knows-where.You are the wretched of the earth,Past pity and past care.The fairies stole away your soulAnd smashed it on . . . . Continue Reading »

Primavera

From the April 2013 Print Edition

It is Spring and the young Are all falling in love. It is Spring and the tongue Of the poet is free. Now Winter is shut Like a snake in a box With the shriek of the owl And the yelp of the fox. Now Winter withdraws To his palace of bones, With a clanging of doors And a grinding of stones. And . . . . Continue Reading »

Changelings

From the November 2012 Print Edition

Listen, your changeling children are swinging like monkeys, Hand-over-hand through the leaves of the trees of the forest, Hugging and kissing and swinging and laughing and singing Wishes like wings as they flutter and float to the ground. Feral and faery and wary, the wraiths of your children, . . . . Continue Reading »