Restless she fell tumblingthumping loudly through the wood and stoneand broke beneaththat which was below her feet.It was not the fall that killed herthey saidshe looked brokenbefore the floor gave way,but made obviousthe little bits which brought her there.(2.2015 JETodd)


In the Wind I spunThree arrows drawnUphill tilting in thisWind belowFurrowed brow and tested focusThis is all there isTo her hocus pocusKept in drawn and waiting stance,Trembling less but thenMore againIn this directionThe one un-predictedLeaving some othersQuite betwixt-edRead out loud and read aloneThis undone story[meant to be the best-estStory of all her stories]Ripened and hardenedPerfected … Continue reading Accuracy