Roaring winds Fiercely tear Normalacy to shreds. Our fire today is the heated heart-hearth, Central to the breath and beat of the household. Puppies lounge in patient resignation, as howlers pass overhead. Forest high-trees...
Virginia Sada York 2 August 2021 Think of the conductor In service to the score. A plan or destination of sorts But bigger yet – his job to meld the best performance From the multitude of players on stage … A keen ear for music A strong vision of...
by Virginia Sada York, 2020 I have been a wild horse, Running for freedom Escaping the pain Needing the distance Then circling back, snorting and sweating, Checking you are alright, despite our battling. I have been oceanic, Deep waves of...
A message from elsewhere. By Virginia Sada York, January 2020 We are sitting at my kitchen table, Together finally after months apart But PING There is a call or text or pic or message. Constantly elsewhere calls you. No matter...
