Travel Log: A Savvy Poem

I unravel myself and, stretched out, feeling full, I traverse the River Humber, leaving my beginning where part of me began, in Grimsby, and my middle, over the other side in                                              Yorkshire. InContinue reading “Travel Log: A Savvy Poem”

Yellow Rose of Flanders

From the soles of my walking shoes, I shake you out and  s c a t t e r you. In my sole, a part of you remains.   I find a tool, dig you out, keep you close –   potted and thriving, you grace my front door.     Every day, on myContinue reading “Yellow Rose of Flanders”