We've had a wonderful time lately with Shannon and baby K, Clifton and Tara, visiting for my birthday weekend. The "Mercedes in the Garage" fantasy materialised transformed as a lovely blue bicycle with 21 gears ... for all the hills between here and elsewhere. The house will be very quiet tomorrow when our precious toddler and her mother head south. (Couldn't get this pic oriented right... sorry)

The Feast (Stanza Thirteen)

They throw me back -

to the feast,

my fisherman,

foam.

The Feast (Stanza Twelve)

The captain shakes his head.

"This siren," he says,

"is undersize."

The Feast (Stanza Eleven)

I am fetched up in the net

of the trawler returning home.

The Feast (Stanza Ten)

He is snagged by the arms of the sea.

The Feast (Stanza Nine)

The road to sunrise is paved

with mermaid purses,

sand,

lost sinkers,

stranded shells.

The Feast (Stanza Eight)

Gulls squabble in the distance.