When Your Name’s Not Smith While he writes I imagine taking his form and folding it into a paper boat, perhaps filling his letter tray with water from the cooler to see if the boat floats or sinks, if ink will seep from paper to water and colour it. Family legend has it that some great, great relative decided to run to the … Continue reading Two poems by Emma Lee
Not turning the light on As I wake in the dark, the neighbour’s son returns with his girlfriend before spending what’s left of the night in her arms. I’ve not forgotten teenage insomnia, day-dreaming words into poems not daring to switch on a light to write them but silently reciting them to memory. It’s your absence that keeps me awake now and I still don’t … Continue reading ‘Not turning the light on’ by Emma Lee
Photographing a Ghost Our daughter angles the camera lens to get the whole house in the shot. Fourteen years ago, I took the same photo, ignoring your focus on the experience rather than the need to record it. Now you’re unable to watch her look at the photos her mother took, reach out and trace your face, her need to feel your absence as … Continue reading Two poems by Emma Lee
