No Neighbours that We Know of Around Here
my husband smiles in his sleep I could spend the rest of my life here then he rolls over, settling back to slow, calm breathing. this house is echoing-empty. wind rips up the valley, up this hill, beneath the house. it brings the smell of paperbark swamp, plays loose floorboards like piano keys. I am awake and getting more so …
wide blue morning
outside the kitchen door
a fresh cow skull
Violette Rose-Jones is a widely published Japanese form poetrix. She is perpetually studying and lives to write. She is married, with a teenage son and is widely known to be owned by her pet mice.