Poems

Poem

Next door live three old ladies. 
They’re sisters, well into their eighties, 
but to us kids, they seem beyond time. 

Poem

Tomorrow has your name on it
It's written up there in the sky
As you set out on a journey
in search of the How? and  the Why?

Poem

I am on the bathroom floor
screeching,
Tippi shaking me back into the world.