Tag Archives: Helene Lovett

What I Did To You

You first saw me in the gutter and then again under the bars of the sewage grate – the shimmer of my grime caught your eye. Leech-like, you’d been searching for a new life. You wished to pilfer a few … Continue reading

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Why Sad Should Be Precious

When a light rain folds up a tired afternoon and waters our bodies, I catch some sad too. The beach sand turns grainy in my hands but then a glad, lukewarm, cheerless familiarity comes rushing from that swinging sadness that … Continue reading

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Photographers’ Sonnet

I am building a room in which the walls will deliver me to the past. Every surface is a photograph, a shallow time pool. The tiled portals steep my sallow body in years, become entry into a lover’s reverie. Your … Continue reading

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Garden in the Woods

My grandmother nestles hair in her flower beds to ward off deer, who detest the smell. She pulls the grey threads from her brush, intending to help birds as well, who take the strands for their nests. Except for the … Continue reading

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