In sevens and twos by Bernadette Richards

[tabby title="Poem"] How ugly he solemnly states How sturdy and L-A-R-G-E You stick out like a sore thumb He terminates that sentence with girly As the rice and the barley watch the honey combust Far too calm it is, when...

St Maximilian Kolbe by Bernadette Richards

[tabby title="Poem"] Saint Maximilian Kolbe Red or white which is mine? They hung a crucifix around my neck I shuffled to the ploughman’s shed Picked the bluntest sickle And flowered him for a session of allegoric diction On the forehead,...

For I have learned to be content by Bernadette Richards

[tabby title="Poem"] I am cut from opposing shapes From St. Helena to the army defector From the teacher to the old-time gangster Even legend-ended grandparents who are often subject to the figurative avalanche I am cut from a people Who...

Spice by Bernadette Richards

[tabby title="Poem"] So uninspired are we after the grenade tossing That the only name we can find for our dog is dog Who knew Malay spices could start a war? It appears the climb from ground floor to middle ground...

Things that creep by Bernadette Richards

[tabby title="Poem"] It lies concealed Like a well-hidden pornography collection Hello my darling Ready for a measure of counterfeit affection? It shifts and shields riddles Yes, every drop of feral resin finds a crevice Just as gravity flits when she...