Workshop poems

Spent last Saturday at the OSPA spring conference in Eugene. We had two workshops, at both of which we wrote poems to various prompts. I thought I'd post them here for interest.

Erosion
Down here, the river is heavier, yet narrower.
It flows through the ruins of ancient city-states
yet carries no history.
It devours history.
It is a torrent of the ghosts of drowned children.
It is a blue-faced monster behind a flowered mask.

"Love Me Tender"
She hated Auckland because
she said, you couldn't get mangoes there
and her battered old Honda just wasn't up to the hills.
But that was all by email
and it's hard, I said
to be tender to a computer.
She said, lover
you put your finger on it.


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