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 →