Hooray! Just when I was getting Candice withdrawal symptoms, she’s back. Please read and luxuriate in her prose just like I do.



He had your ruddy skin

capturing sunlight

even as cold

his fingers interlaced

asleep in formaldehyde

his eyelashes like a girls

wet in regret

nobody should die yet

he would have said

his lips pursed for thought

devoid now

the little children crowded

coffins edges like spectators

in miniature

would he arise? like the wooden Christ

over-seeing his funeral

and shaking off his death

make them scream in delight

and run

like birds fanning sky

sudden and vital

defying nature’s flute

calling him home

long has he slept now

beneath the weight of grief

like a man who is bewitched by

lips of woodland nymphs

too red, too soft

to know not

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12 thoughts on “Brother

  1. R, you are the best, thank you isn’t sufficient. I did have to use a slightly different address because I’d actually deleted my previous site, so now it’s because of that and I’m hoping those who read will add me to their readership once more. Meanwhile I shall be shortly taking a picture of me with my favorite book volume two, by R. Ankers that was waiting for me upon my return to America. What a great welcome back.

      1. I’m chuffed beyond compare to have a tiny library of your work – I know one day it will be a very large collection and I shall be always one who supports your work in all ways possible. That’s the delight of friendship.

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