Three poems by Stephen Bone

  Pedicurist Textbook arches to calloused toes gnarled as root ginger come my way – scholar of the lotus foot, the hennaed sole – to be soaked in basins of salted water. Pumiced, clipped; anointed with lavender or bergamot. My head bowed low to my work. A connoisseur; hands awake to each detail. Come bedtime, a whispered litany of bone and muscle – distal phalanges, … Continue reading Three poems by Stephen Bone