Bird (1st prize: 2012 Competition)

When I became a bird, Lord, nothing could not stop me.   The air feathered as I knelt by my open window for the charm – black on gold, last …

2012 Competition: Commended Poems

Rosalind Hudis Rupture   There are days she stares at the kettle, but can’t retrieve ts connection to water. Or days when the dry bristles of her brush remind her …