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 →