Lionby Kilmeny MacMichael Some mornings I wake up with a face of a lion no, not a lioness, I do not mean a lioness there’s too much mane for that mistake Sometimes I wake up with a face of a lion there’s something about how my hair and skin and the light hits just right … Continue reading Lion – a poem →

Let Us Be Bearsby Kilmeny MacMichael Sleep when the sun rises less lie wrapped tight in a place near each other with enough room to turn but not enough room to be alone We’ll only wake when we’re hungry on days of sunshine We’ll walk blinking across hard thick frost slowly then return to our … Continue reading Let us be Bears – A poem →