In Memory of Shadow

Written by my mom, Anne, Before She Could Be Claimed Posthumously In Memory of Shadow I remember opening my eyes on those first mornings Back in South Africa, when I was still able to visit, And in the space between sleep and awareness, Not yet knowing where I was, I...

Pointed Ignorance

Alas Sickly widgets Servants non observant Wild goose chase salient Goolies undropped upon blatant confiscation Owned totality pared wholly vacuous defunctness Septic arrangements overfilling rode rash paved tanks Offal trench footed gradient meters unchecked filthily...