Two poems from Mood Indigo Doxology This shot’s in washed out sepia: my father, a choir boy, about to leave his childhood behind, Glory be to the father and to the son, and to the Holy Ghost. His hair, already recalcitrant, holds a crooked centre parting with the help of Brylcreem (a little dab’ll do ya). His surplice is trimmed with lace not unlike a … Continue reading Two poems by Wendy Klein