He swears on his mother's life he wasn't there.

And if he was there

he swears on his mother's life it wasn't him.

And if it was him

Dog in the playground:
Oh, no he don’t.
He’ll come with me,
You see if he won’t.

Don't move the goalposts.
Leave them as they are.

Well, maybe this much wider.
Now you've gone too far.

In a bit more. Stop.
OK, that'll do.

Je m'appelle Yusef

J'ai quatorze ans

J'aime jouer au football et lire des bandes dessinees

J'ai deux freres plus ages

Je fais semblant que je ne suis pas bon en francais

Nell drives and we don’t speak.

Every limb is numb

or aching.

My mind is racing

           and then slow.

Never

Kicking the pebbles along Eastbourne beach

as the orange-pink of sunset

plays with the ebbing tide,

my mother asks…

Sadie opened her Easter egg
and found three smaller Easter eggs.

Jaspar opened his Easter egg
and found a hammer for breaking Easter eggs.

Tippi can't stand clowns.
Dragon is terrified of cockroaches
and Mom of mice.
Dad pretends to be fearless,
though I've seen him flinch when the mail arrives

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

Frost spins white lines

on the lawn,

grass turns glass-like,

crisp crackle-snap

underfoot.

'Twas Springy and the seedy flowers

Did blow and blossom all around.

All wafty were the shrubberies

And floral dust drifts to the ground.