DEAR MR MOON: PLEASE REMOVE IDIOTS. A Formal Request for Celestial Waste Management
A Formal Request for Celestial Waste Management
LE JOUR OU JE SUIS DEVENUE UNE ROCKSTAR DE LA POESIE: Mais qui était donc cette femme pleine d’assurance?
Au diable la zone de confort, j’ai 63 ans et je me lance !
THE DAY I BECAME A POETRY ROCKSTAR: who was that confident woman?!
Comfort zone be damned, I’m 63 years old and I’m stepping out!
THE ART OF SMALL THINGS: Stitch by stitch, we begin again
Stitch by stitch, we begin again
THE CLAN OF THE OLD OAKS
Across the road
from the ugly flats where I lived as a girl,
a small square of woodland thrived –
a pocket handkerchief of deep breaths
on the hemline of urbanization.
DUCKS DELUXE
Indeed, after a dramatic overnight storm, this keen observer – who requested anonymity “out of modesty” – noticed a surprising mass exodus from the golf course pond visible from her balcony.
FRISKY BUSINESS: examining the logistics of lust
Would you smooch under the stars,
Enjoy hot stuff in comfy cars?
GOSSIPEERS: beware the side-effects of gossip
Keep tweezers and a toothbrush handy just in case.
RUBIES AND RUBBLE: PARIS BIDS, PALESTINE BLEEDS
While snipers calibrate
to solve the Palestinian Problem
once and for all,
a bidding war breaks out in Paris
over a dead celebrity’s handbag:
FIFTY SHADES OF BIC: from the stationary aisle to the edge of ecstasy
They said it was just a pen. They didn’t know it had…intentions
