Two Poems: Coriander for Love & Inescapable Pull of the Moon on Mezzo-Cammin, July 2024

”From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity” in McQueens Quinterly, v23.. (Title is quote from Edvard Munch.)  It begins:

The iron shackle clamps one leg, its short heavy chain nailed to a boulder. The old brown bear slashes his front paw through the river, snags a large trout. Jolted back toward land, he slowly eats.

For More Than Fifty Years… in Silver Birch Press.  It begins: 

As she had for more than fifty years
      since she was married, his sister sat cross-legged
on her blanket-covered charpoy in a front room
      in India to prepare for the evening meal.
I saw her pluck small methi leaves from hundreds of stems,
      her green pile slowly rising