#nuns
A man I know went to confession
He told the priest of his obsession
of nuns dressed in latex
Making big paycheques
Taking part in a second profession
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
The crucifix
Was on the wall
Of the chapel;
It was a large
Crucifix that
Occupied most
Of the wall space.
Martha loved it
And visited
It as often
As she could in
The school hours,
Even though this
Was not allowed.
And one morning
During break time
She sneaked in there
And stood in front
Of whom she called
The crucified
And talked to Him
In soft whispers.
And old nun passed
And noticed that
The door was now
Open and went
In and spotted
Martha standing
Muttering to
The crucifix.
No pupils are
Permitted here
In school hours,
The old nun said.
Marha muttered
On quietly
As if the nun
Had not spoken.
I said no child
Is allowed here
In school hours,
The old nun said.
Martha then stopped
And turned around:
You know it’s rude
To interrupt
People talking,
Let alone one
Praying to Christ,
Martha uttered.
It’s the school rules,
The nun replied.
Martha turned back
To the large Christ
And said loudly:
The Crucified
Wanted me here.
But the old nun
Just repeated
Her prior words,
Giving Martha
A critical
Stare and stood there.
Martha then crossed
herself slowly,
And walked away
Giving the nun
A cold hard gaze,
And walked onwards
As the bell rang
For next lessons.
And she muttered
in a soft prayer:
Sorry I left,
But the old bat
Wouldn’t let me
stay behind there.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
Nuns riding the Segway
What are they doing today?
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC
She irritates you
so you choose
to sit next to her
in recreation,
allow the irritation
to bring in,
like a screaming child,
that special love
beyond the norm,
listen to her moans
and groans as if they
were music to your ears.
She sighs at your attempt
to sew the stockings
of another nun,
and taking her sighs
as if they were prayers
you breathe them on their way,
finger the needle
through the wool
more carefully,
as if the Blessed ****** herself
were then to wear,
you gaze upon the nun
like one in love,
not glare.
She fingers her rosary
and clutters her beads
quite noisily, mumbling
her prayers like a child
stomping the stairs,
but you hear the music
in the beads clicking
and her mumbling voice,
a free concert
and no longer an irritation
to head nor nerves,
so you give it and her
the love she deserves.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Anne stuck her tongue out at
the back of the departing nun.
A third degree on her bad behaviour
with the other kids at the nursing
home and her attitude with other
nuns had been noted. The stump
of her amputated leg throbbed;
her absent toes itched. The nun
crossed the lawn and disappeared
into the home. The Kid walked over
to where she sat in her wheelchair
and sat beside her. What did the
penguin want? He said. She's had
complaints about me, Anne replied,
the sick prats have grassed. He gazed
at the leg stump where she'd pulled
up her red skirt. Looks redder than
usual, he said. Have your eyeful, Kid,
she said moaningly. Have you showed
Sister Paul? He said. I wouldn't show her
my backside if it was on fire, she replied,
pulling down her skirt. Push me out
to the beach, Kid, I need sea air, she said.
O.k., he said, and pushed her wheelchair
along the avenue of trees to the back
gate and out by beach and sea. Breath
in the air, Kid; this is it; the wildness of
the sea and the wind blowing free.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
What's your name skinny kid?
Benny. He looked at the girl
in the wheelchair with one leg.
I’ll call you Skinny Kid. She
looked past him at other kids
on the lawn and on the swings.
Why you here? she added looking
back at him. Had an operation
and am here for rest. He looked at
her red skirt and the one leg visible.
What happened to your leg? She
pulled up her red skirt and showed
him the stump. Lost it, can't find it
anywhere; have a good gawk, Kid.
He did. Can I touch it? She stared at
him sure why not. He touched her
stump. It feels warm. Look out the
penguins are about. She pulled down
her skirt. The boy looked back at the lawn
and saw a tall nun dressed in black
walk towards them. He sat on one of
the white metal chairs. The nun stopped
by the table and stared at Benny. You are
the new boy? Yes I’m Benny. She nodded.
She gazed at the girl. I hope you are behaving
and not leading Benny astray. Anne looked
at the nun. I always behave Sister Paul.
The nun didn't look convinced. That has yet
to be seen. The nun turned and walked to
the swings and talked to other kids.
That crow is always on my case, Kid,
avoid her like the piles. Benny nodded
and put on one of his good boy smiles.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
The Miss, Misters and Mrs.,
And the St. Joseph's Sisters,
Made me a Bluejay,
Jay- jaying and soaring
Over Wrens and Robins
Below in five rows.
Teeth marks on Ticondarogas,
Initialed pink rubbers,
Toothpicks and fingers
Solved all those problems.
Sister Lucille showed me Sarnia
On the Neilson Wall Map,
With the Malted Milk,
Crispy Crunch bars staring back.
They looked too delicious,
Her reprimand was contritious,
I'm doing time during recess,
Ninety minutes til lunch.
We stood in a crooked line,
Like a snake, to get marked,
With her drawer a crack open
We'd get a peek at her strap.
Black or red, correctively cold;
Sister Roseangela, we'd heard,
Cried, Quid Pro Quo.
We had football baseball,
And hockey dreams,
Volleyball, basketball,
And funeral teams;
Field Days, Holy Days,
Days needed at home;
Teachers were coaches,
With little time to complain;
But the kids back then
Just weren't the same.
There were skirmishes, fouls,
Strike outs and time outs;
We were sliced white bread,
No rye or whole grain.
We'd march double file
Once a week to the Church,
To genuflect and reflect
At the Stations and Cross.
To confess, get redress,
Display penitent remorse,
Though keeping a secret
From the Confessional box,
A comfort and curse.
Their objective succeeded,
The lessons went deep;
Using the three Rs,
The ABCs, 1, 2, 3s,
To impart and ingraine
How to carry one's cross.
I remember by name
The Miss, Misters and Mrs.
And St. Joseph's Sisters
Who gave their all,
Each day, and always.
They've gone or retired,
But recalled in tranquility
For the life-lessons I admire.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
The new nun
wheeled Anne
out of the French windows
and onto the lawn.
To the end table,
Anne said,
where the Kid is.
The nun wheeled
the wheelchair slowly
over the lawn,
past other tables
where children sat
playing Snap,
past the swings and slide,
where kids were gathered,
and on down
to the small white table
at the end
where she stopped.
Hello Benny,
the nun said,
how are you?
I'm fine,
Benny said,
looking at Anne
who pulled a face.
OK Sister you
can go now
prayer time soon.
O so it is,
the nun said,
and turning like
some flapping black crow
she walked off.
Talk about slow,
I could have wheeled
myself quicker,
we were almost past
by a snail back there,
Anne said.
Benny smiled.
Right Kid
I want you
to push me
on to the beach,
we're going to have
a fun time out
and away
from the sick
and dying ones,
we're going to see
the sea and gulls
and throw stones
at the tide
and any gull
that ventures too near.
Ought we to ask
Sister Paul first,
get permission?
Benny said.
Permission?
That's for the weak
and kids,
we do what
we want, Kid,
now are you ready?
Yes sure,
he said,
got some biscuits
from the breakfast table
and a couple
of rolls too.
Good Kid
you're learning,
anyone see you?
Anne said.
No no one,
he said.
Good Kid,
now let's go
before the penguins
see us go.
So Benny got behind
the wheelchair
and began to wheel her
along the path
between the trees
towards the back gate.
A voice called to them,
the young new
nun's voice floated away
as they went out
the back gate
and on to the path
by the sand.
Anne said:
push Kid,
before the nun follows.
So the Kid
pushed faster
and and faster
and down onto
the beach
and making two ridges
in the sand he moved
as fast as his
10 year old legs could go.
Then they came
to a stop
where the sand
held the wheels.
Here will do Kid,
sit beside me a while.
What about stones
to throw?
He asked.
Later Kid,
for now
we watch the sea
and breathe in
the fecking air,
get it into your lungs Kid
this is what life's
about Kid,
fecking breathe.
So he breathed
in the air
and the sea smell
and he smiled.
Anne said:
life is what
you make it Kid,
none of those
penguins around.
He sat and breathed in
the soft air;
he could hear gulls
and the sea sound.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
Mary's father is sitting
in the lounge reading
a newspaper before dinner
Mary comes into the room
and sits in the armchair
by the window
and peers out
her father lowers
the newspaper
there's talk of you
from the nuns
he says
she turns and looks at him
is there
good I hope
she says
no it's not
he says
o well there you are Da
you can't please all
of the people
all of the time
never the time
with you it seems
with the nuns
he says
he shakes out
the newspaper
making noise
what's it this time?
she says
sitting back
in the armchair
letting her backside comfy
words you've said
he says
raising the paper
and peering over the top
what words?
I speak civil
and I answer
the **** questions
about God
and the religion
and maths etc.
what word is this?
she says
he sighs
wishes she were
a young little girl still
not some 14 year old
know it all
with a mouth on her
he lowers the paper
and takes out a letter
from his waistcoat pocket
(slightly ******* up)
and offers it to her
here read it yourself
he says
she leans out of the chair
and takes the letter
from his hand
and sits back down again
and unfolds the letter
and reads
he lifts the newspaper
and reads a sports page
I never did
Mary says
never in my precious
to Christ life have I said that
she reads on
staring at the page
as if it had criticized her
(which it did)
they're like
the fecking Gestapo
she mutters
I was not kissing Magdalene
I was whispering
something to her
Mary mutters to the page
(and her father
if he was listening)
and I never did
call Sister Clare
a ****** waster
Mary muttered on
then she refolds the letter
and puts it
on the arm of the chair
and gazes at her father
well?
he says
what have you to say
for yourself?
she gazes at him
once he'd have
tanned her behind
and sent to bed without dinner
but he'd gone soft
on her since
she'd grown ****
and tried negotiation instead
what's for dinner?
she says
wait and see
he says
so what about the contents
of the good nun's letter?
he says
it was one of those days
she says
womanly things
gets to me
her father lifts
the newspaper
and says tiredly
I see.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC
Magdalene
watches her
father dig
over his
garden plot,
from her small
bedroom view,
his back bent
then upright,
sweaty brow
he wipes with
the back of
his large hand.
Her mother
is cooking
the dinner
in the hot
large kitchen
below stairs.
Father's got
a dark mood,
just because
the nuns wrote
about me
and Mary
being seen
in the bog
(lavatory)
together.
What were you
doing there?
He bellowed
once he'd read
the letter.
Just talking,
nothing else.
In the bog;
can't you stop
talking just
long enough
to answer
the call of
**** NATURE?
He shouted.
Then he slapped
her backside
in passing
to go out
to his plot
to dig out
his anger.
She watches
as he stands,
straightens up,
rubs his back,
wipes his brow,
then proceeds
to dig more.
Her backside
still stings now,
but her thoughts
and feelings
are on young
Mary whose
body she
loves, whose
lips she kissed,
**** him, she
says, seeing
a Magpie
settling
behind him
on the ground.
Mary's dad
will not be
please if he
got a ****
letter too,
God's knows what,
she mutters,
he will do.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
You want to be a nun?
Magdalene said
sitting on her bed
in her room
with Martha sitting
beside her
listening to a Beatles LP
on the record player on the floor
Martha said
yes one of those ones
who pray all day
not like those at school
who have to teach
brats like us
Magdalene smiled
who'd be a fecking nun
like that but to be
a contemplative nun
is something else
Martha like out
of this world so it is
Martha gazed
at the turning LP
on the turntable
I want to be a bride
of the Crucified
she said
Magdalene stared at her
bride of Christ?
she said
Martha nodded
in some convent miles
from anywhere
and no fellars around
to touch you
or lift your fecking
dress or skirt
and ask to see
your underclothes
********
Magdalene sensed
Martha near
her thigh close to hers
almost touching
she smelt of soap and toast
odd combination
but that's Martha
she let her elbow
touch Martha's
that's boys for you
always out for something
Magdalene said
wishing Martha
would turn around now
and kiss her
but she knows she won't
but she like Mary best
she's probably would
kiss hopefully one day
ciggie?
Martha said
getting a packet out
of her dress pocket
Magdalene nodded
and took a cigarette
and Martha lit both cigarettes
and they sat
and inhaled
in thought
when I see or touch
the Crucified I come out
in goosebumps
Martha said suddenly
Magdalene frowned
what the real one?
she said
no the Crucified
in church or at school
in the hall
the big one who spreads
His arms wide
and looks skyward
Magdalene smiled
and put a hand around
Martha's shoulder
that's cute
she said
I kiss His feet in church
when no one's looking
Martha said
or on my rosary
but His feet are small on that
and I'm probably kissing
His legs as well
not that He'd mind
but it's feet I like
to kiss like that
Mary Magdalene did
she said
Magdalene wished
she could kiss any part
of Martha
just the once or so
she hugged her tight
as she spoke
and mused
you never know.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
The sisters(nuns)
at the school
are not happy with you
Mary's father said
at dinnertime
at the table
what's she done now?
her mother said
Mary swallowed a mouthful
of stew
eyed her father
not happy with me?
she said
not at all
her father said sternly
his eyes focusing on her
like a bird of prey
I've done nothing
Mary said
don't be telling me
your lies and fables
her father said
or I'll put my hand
across your behind
her mother looked down
at her plate
and mouthed food
Mary toyed
with a fork of beef
they don't understand me
she said
when I've one
of my monthlies
my mind is off balance
and it disturbs my moods
her father's face tinged
a slight red
around his cheeks
her mother chewed
and looked
at the tablecloth pattern
of blue and white
Mary forked in
another mouthful of stew
they say you're
rude and insolent
he said
looking beyond her
at the picture
of the Sacred Heart
on the wall
above the fireplace
just trying
to get through
the **** bleeds
she said
makes me not happy
being stuck there
in the classroom
while my mind's on
a low dive and the mess
and my mind down
and them standing there
like penguins
peering at me
THAT'S ENOUGH
ABOUT THE NUNS
he said
his voice heavy
his hand tapping the table
palm down
the mother gazed at Mary
eyes fixed on her
wondering if the father'd
slap the girl's behind
Mary put on her
I'm-sorry-I'm-just-
a little-innocent-girl-gaze
I've been to confessions
and told the priest
and got absolution
so I have
she said
eyeing her father
he stared at her
sitting there
a 14 year old
with a mouth of a 18 year old
and entering that arena
of womanhood with
its weird month
and week thing
well mind your manners
and see your mother
about these week things
he said
the mother gazed at him
then at her daughter
and nodded
and ate again
he looked at his daughter
and was glad there
was only the one
and ate a mouthful
looking away
at the Christ's
pointing finger
at his Sacred Heart
Mary nodded and stared
at her plate
and mouthed
a fork of beef
sensing a danger pass
and a felt deep relief.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
The bells tolled in silent air, no mummers
Where uttered in haste as white cloth over
Black draped upon their figures.
On the desecrated reminisce of ash petals
That grow in this place each is picked with
Elegance so not to fracture there fragility.
A new one Is found to replace those that
Unveiled their voices on solemn oaths to words
Never to be uttered, they surrendered it t air.
Voices of blood echoed on the floor, a chastity
Forsaken and white cloth drank upon the wine
Till it had its fill, then voiced its intent in puddles.
The shaded leaf was gently dissected between fingers
And where lips blessed word, the ash sealed them with
The twine of dead embers, and they screamed silently.
Silken coverings where bestowed on the vacant realms
Of purities, in the convent of silence where the dead
Don't speak and muteness is a sound only heard.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
Anne rubbed
at her stump
it was sore
and her toes
(which weren't there)
were hurting
Benedict
gazed at her
and her leg
where her skirt
had risen
it looks red
the boy said
shall I tell
Sister Paul?
**** her Kid
she's no good
she couldn't
find her ****
with both hands
Anne said
well who then?
the Kid said
staring hard
at the stump
glimpse of white
knickers edge
the thin nun
with a face
like ghost
Anne said
so the Kid
left Anne
and her stump
and raced back
to the white
and black brick
nursing home
racing past
other kids
on his way
Sister Luke
was standing
in the hall
come quickly
the Kid said
Anne's stump
is all red
and hurting
Sister Luke
gazed at him
her dark eyes
searching him
is this true?
it's not one
of her games
she's playing?
the nun said
Benedict frowned
no it's real
I've seen it
the Kid said
going red
it's all sore
you've seen it?
seen her stump?
the nun said
she showed you?
yes she did
the Kid said
(but didn't
say about
the knickers
that he'd seen)
Sister Luke
stared at him
she shouldn't
show you that
the nun said
that's private
not for boys
maybe not
but please come
the Kid said
going red
it's painful
so the nun
followed him
on the lawn
where Anne
was sitting
in her chair
stump showing
red and sore
and knickers
that the Kid
never said
that he saw.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
At this point, I chase the white rabbit
merely out of habit/
My, what big blue beautiful eyes she has.
All the better to eat me with, my dear.
And
My, what lovely lips she has.
All the better to see me with, my dear.
And
Those big swinging hips,
All the better to ****** me with, my dear.
And
Her ringing voice in my ear,
dissolves any fear.
The tide ever rolling,
rollicking into the beach
As
we are high, frolicking,
into the undertow tide,
to hide, from death inevitable.
My, what hair, let down, wrung out,
without a care, and through
this tangled hair.
My, death hath no sting nor fury,
for a man such as this,
me as it were,
her love,
oh my,
is pure purgatory.
Following the rabbit to the abbot,
white wolf unknown, disguised in full
habit.
Like leading lambs to the slaughter/
Like leading lambs to the slaughter/
A love such as this,
won in a bar barter.
Reach beneath her dress,
toss back the garter.
.
I beseech,
I do not think it will land in my hand
And I will continue to chase the white rabbit,
purely out of habit.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
After the afternoon siesta
one legged Anne
with the aid
of Skinny Kid
got off the camp bed
under the out door shelter
and crutched her way
across the lawn
to their favourite
white round metal table
and plonked herself
in one of the chairs
the Kid did likewise
the other kids woke
and moved back
into action
and went either
on the swings or slide
or sat on tables
around the lawn area
look at them
like the waking
of the dead
Anne said
what was it
T S Eliot said?
I don't know
what did this guy say?
the Kid asked
never thought death
had undone so many
or something like that
it's from one
of his poems
o I see
said the Kid
Colm sat
at the table
with Lulu
what do you
two want?
Anne said
Sister Paul said
we can sit
where we like
so we're sitting here
Lulu said
how's your ****
off for spots then
or is it burns?
Anne said coldly
it's cruel to mock her
Colm said
who asked you
to open
your cake hole Colm
go back to sleep
Anne said
Sister Paul said
all children
at the nursing home
are equal
and can sit
where they so wish
Lulu said
and I'm not saying
about my burns
or showing you
as if I'd want
to see your burns
on your **** Lulu
although the Kid here might
do you want
to see her burns Kid?
Benny shook his head
no I've no desire
to do so
he said
I'm telling the nuns
you're being
unkind to us
Lulu said
me too
Colm said
unkind?
well all I did
was asked after
the burns on your ****
if that's unkind
I won't ask no more
Anne said
Lulu and Colm
up and left the table
and ran across the lawn
towards the home
well that's
them gone Kid
just us now
anyway I've seen
her backside
as she gets ready
for bed each night
Anne said
want to wander Kid
along to the beach
before the penguins
come out
to ******* us
for unkindness?
sure
the Kid said
shall I get
your wheelchair?
he asked
no I'll crutch my way there
just keep an eye
I don't fall down
Anne said
so they up
and moved along
the path between
the avenue of trees
and out the back gate
and along the path
to the beach
where she sniffed
the air
smell that Kid
that's the best smell
you can get
sea smell
salt fresh
fecking salt
into your lungs
and bloodstream
they go along the beach
and over sand
and pebbles
and he helped her down
onto the pebbles
and put her crutches
beside her
and sat down himself
o this is the life Kid
away from the sick
and wanton
and the fecking
penguin nuns
the ****** queens
the Kid said nothing
but stared
at the sea and ships
and gulls
and the wind
in his hair
and sat
and let his eyes
wide stare.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
Hey Kid
Anne says
Benny follows
to where
she calls him
what is it?
he asks
go get my chair
your wheel chair?
yes my wheel chair
what other kind
of chair do I have
ok
he says
and goes off
over the green lawn
passing kids
on the swing and slide
pass the skinny nun
who has just come
whom Anne says
looks like a clarinet
she's so thin
in through
the French windows
passing a girl
who has ****** burns
but who manages
to smile at him
in down the hall
into the girl's dormitory
and takes hold
of Anne's wheel chair
and is just about he
to wheel it out
when Sister Blaise
stops him
where are you going
with that Benny?
she asks
he looks at the nun
with her stern features
and icy blue eyes
it's for Anne
he says
did she ask you
to get it?
he looks at
the crucifix
on the wall
behind the nun's head
no I saw she was
struggling
and thought it best
to bring it to her
he says
taking in
the Crucified's head
leaning to one side
eyes half open
as if He were
looking at him
is that the truth?
the nun asks
he nods
and puts on
his Mr Innocent face
all right off you go
she says
eyeing him
as he wheels the chair
along the passageway
and out through
the French windows
and across the lawn
at full belt
until he comes
to where Anne stands
propped painfully
on her crutches
any problems?
she asks
no
he replies
trying to get
the nun's
icy blue stare
out of his eyes.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
On the beach
in the sun
Anne sits
in her chair
her one leg
hanging down
her leg stump
out of sight
she's beside
Skinny kid
who reclines
in a small
blue deckchair
other kids
sit around
fussed over
by three nuns
from the home
the tides out
so some kids
paddle out
ankle deep
listen kid
I hear one
of the nuns
had you in
to question
in secret
what'd they ask?
Anne asks
it's secret
Benny says
I know that
but tell me
I'm your friend
Anne says
Benny looks
around him
about you
they asked me
about you
Benny says
Anne frowns
about me?
Benny nods
what'd they ask?
what you did
what you said
and did you
make me do
anything
Benny says
what'd you say?
I said you
were my friend
my best friend
Benny says
what'd they say?
Sister Blaise
the fat nun
said it was
a big sin
to tell lies
what'd you say?
Anne asks
I told her
I guess so
was that all?
can I go?
Benny says
Anne smiles
good work Kid
keep the ****
penguins stumped
and things hid.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
I recognized her familiar gait
As she left ambulatory care
At Bluewater Health,
Once St. Joseph's Hospital.
I knew her as a devout care-giver.
Her spring showed her hope
In the gods within,
And faith in her God without.
A surety in her higher power.
I share her faith crossing bridges,
Or waiting for autumn's bulbs
To sprout and flower.
The Sisters have retreated
To the Mother House,
Mission accomplished,
No longer caring
For the sick and worried.
The civilians marched in,
Diagnosing annuities,
Giving change.
The Sisters wait for Pentecost,
For the whosh and whirl
Of expectant miracles
They once ministered.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
This Black African nun in cherished photo
she calls our right to vote
Her kindness in her laughing squinting eyes,
and her kind bow smile to match
The voice of liberty written and etched upon
her kind and brilliant face; all imprinted for years
to come
All hail her bus with her sisters all in one;
a beautiful chariot on busy wheels that run
across our nation to give a helping hand
And lift our thirsty spirits on a dry and desolute land
They hold that lamp of liberty on kind hands
and gentle voice, but strong in truth be known,
to hold our basic right, to close those drapes and
snap a switch, to a voice of our own
They cross our land in valor in gentleness and kind
these nuns of liberty and justice in an unjust time
Their hearts are made from goodness; their strength
so often done, in a land so heavily pillaged, they will
never never succumb. They see a new sun rising over
the distant hill
They know their work of justice never to be still...
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Anne,
one legged,
crutched herself
through passageway
and hall,
passed kitchen,
leg stump swaying,
green dress flowing,
out through
the French windows,
moving by me
in the doorway,
pushing by
the boss-eyed nun,
out into the garden,
shouting loudly:
WHERE’S
THE ****** SUN!
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC