There is a man, relatively young the sand in the soil here dusting his green-grey work pants and his black t-shirt under hi-visibility vest we’ve got similar light brown loose-curl hair that shade that looks like it just missed. This man is digging a hole all by himself with a long-handled shovel and earbuds. I … Continue reading Pole Nine by Kilmeny MacMichael →

Image by Joakim Roubert from Pixabay The Leap of Shards and Hooves . There’s a horse trapped in the shed what are you talking about I saw it that’s impossible it’s got a white face must have been a reflection maybe it’s a unicorn unicorns aren’t real if it’s trapped in the glass we have … Continue reading The Leap of Shards and Hooves by Kilmeny MacMichael →

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 →

Flood - by Kilmeny MacMichael Third day at the Catholic church yard water is running freely across the pavement into the sewer grate unchecked abundance from the irrigation nozzle which must be stuck aimed at that fir tree that shades nothing from the corner it will not go down when I wiggle the nozzle when … Continue reading One little poem →