Thursday, 29 July 2010
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by Joanna Gale my name is Sorrow i am old i am young i am drenched in the sweat of rain forest pain the countless island bones drum-up hand-cupped to my head weeping rivers strain through fingers bent together tight in lotus position i rock your touches of sadness seeping through my hunchback muscles sculpturing my name inspired by a wooden sculptured Buddah • Joanna Gale began writing poetry in the Eighties, but has only recently been able to grow and develop in the skills and craft of this art she loves. Her first published Chapbook is entitled Workshop Sketches. Her work has been featured in anthologies of The Ontario Poetry Society, Talespinner and the Oakville Bard. She lives in Toronto with her husband and dog, Hollie. |
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