Lover’s Lament (The Cruddling Swain)
"Wah-oo, Wah-oo!" She Cried
Katherine De Vere
Elizabeth R
Her face, imprinted on the stamps
I pressed into the corners of envelopes
Guinness Genius
When I drink Guinness Between intoxication and Irish poetry A genius, I become. © Katharine Summers All Rights Reserved 2022
The Minuten – (Insect Pins)
Specimen teacher, specimen student
Framed in broken cabinets.
RENT-A-RELATIVE
Accessorize with an extra brother or sister from the 'Sibling Rivalry Range'.
Ode To My Lost Body Parts
"Wherefore my uterus?" I cried,
"my fallopian tubes?"
"I think they're out the back," an Orderly replied.
Who Used The Last of The Milk?
Provocation! Your Honour
A creme de passion, pray
Colour-Therapy
I made up a few of my own: Nosebleed, Menopausal Massacre.
Cat-Cheer
jet-black, coal-black, pitch black with sea-green eyes
Betty and THE Bard
Everyone packs a spare Tudor costume in their suitcase, right? Happenstance found me in England, on the occasion of Good Queen Bess’s Platinum Jubilee, and as far as I could see, the celebrations seemed to be progressing Bardless. Taking it…
PASSWORD RECOVERY?
‘Forgotten password?’ Two simple words, typed guilelessly into the search bar, directing you to ‘customer service help’ that leads you down, like the newly-condemned, into the five circles of hell. We’ve all been there, in a seemingly endless loop of…
God save good Queen Bess!
