re-upholstered verse

she sits on flowery sofa

studying re-upholstered verse

half-finished words

a broken ego

poor decisions in self-stamped ink

swaying to and fro

like a pendulum

she fast forwards it all

to half-drawn scene

where opinions probe

sunny-cold art

mended whole picture

bluesy old ink still fragile

she sighs

eats a cheese danish

by mary ann blinkhorn

i unplug the hour

i unplug the hour

sit in silence

a thousand whitewashed walls

between us

his smile ancient

like glued sentences

his arms, warm

it’s a darker night tonight

few stars

fog gone

naked rain boots drying in corner

he writes the strangest metaphors



pen purged

voice hesitant

light bulb sheltered

by receiver

i retire to bed

lull a blue cough, good-night

by mary ann blinkhorn