poetry

My Left Foot

My Left foot isn’t handsome like Daniel Day Lewis and though it leans to the left and occasionally extracts the Michael, it doesn’t wear a donkey jacket. Most days, my left foot and I get along fine and dandy much better than my knees, which make me look bandy. My left foot has been frozen …

Chasing Ghosts

There is a runner I’ve been chasing he is out most days I run. Always in the distance but temptingly not out of sight. Effortless, fleet footed, floating, ageless, he covers the ground. He is there in the rain, the wind and the snow. Appearing through morning mist, lean and lithe, gliding on trail and …