Saturday, March 15, 2014

A Poem by Joanna M. Weston

On Bad Days

we stretch
barbed wire
through the house
entangle ourselves
in recoil

bleed into
one another
staunch jagged
wounds before
cut         clash
again knifes

Joanna M. Weston.  Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a heard of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father, published by Frontenac House of Calgary.  Her eBooks found at her blog:

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