The Birds and the Bees

How do you have sex mum? How are babies made? Then I glance at my phone And see my son has been asking our friend Google Home And our Google friend is no holds barred He says the penis goes inside the vagina And I gaze at these robotic, grown up words And wonder ifContinue reading “The Birds and the Bees”

The Last Moment

Your hand in my hand Like a reticent child putting on Winter mittens Made of old, weathered parchment. Sitting here Dying here In this soulless intensive care department As the sorrow cries And tears so hot they’re dry And fragile remnants of hope die And like a bird I want to fly Far away FromContinue reading “The Last Moment”