Something that happened and I thought was kind of funny. Figured my papal was playing tricks on me from the grave
Roaring thunder in my kitchen, oh when will my head stop twitchen
Turning on with no one around
It grinds and grinds into the ground
Brand new appliance what is wrong
When will this noise stop its song
Roaring thunder in my kitchen
Grinding thunder should stop this twitchen
Around the bend I walk around
and a ghostly blender is what is found
Roaring thunder oh so bright
I hope this noise will stop for the night
Who is turning this thing on
As I turn around this noise is gone
Roaring thunder is its name
This ghostly blender is its game
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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