December 9, 2025Published by Rebecca Clifford at December 9, 2025Categories Christmas PoetryGrandma Smelled of CinnamonWith her camel humps bound in an iron brassiere of modesty, she inspired me, the newest magi, to bring cinnamon to the kitchen crèche…
June 16, 2025Published by Rebecca Clifford at June 16, 2025Categories Nature Poetry PoetrySong for a Water Witchcan you see them on the air of summer? hint of wing, gentle glimmer a whisper, a suggestion on the wind…