‘Grandma’ Poem in SpeedPoets Zine Vol 13.6

My Poem ‘Grandma’ was published in the SpeedPoets Zine Vol 13.6

 

Grandma

Pawpaw tree out the front

and mango tree out the back,

we drove to your home on the coast.

 

On my last visit I found out you spoke

up to eight different languages:

English, French, Hungarian,

and a smattering of Italian, Russian,

Polish and Yiddish.

You told me you could swear in Arabic.

 

Your family was Hungarian.

You were born in Egypt

and lived there until you were 11.

Your family was expelled

and you fled to Italy for 6-months

in a refugee camp, trading bread to survive,

before moving to Australia.

 

You met your husband

when you were 15 and a half,

became engaged at 17,

had my father at 19.

 

If someone was unwell

you recommended drinking

mulled wine with cloves

and you passed me an orange.

‘Here darlink,’ you said.

‘Take it.’

‘An Early Dinner’ Poem Published in ThunkBook One

Anna’s poem ‘An Early Dinner’ was selected for publication in ThunkBook One.

An Early Dinner

 

She sits on the rails

of the collapsing veranda

swinging her legs

in the balmy breeze.

 

The screen door flaps

scrub turkeys ferret.

The table is set with mis-

matching knives and forks.

 

Everyone is there

quirky as the cutlery and cups —

chipped and cracked, completely

nuts, but there.

 

First published in ThunkBook One, ‘An Early Dinner’, 2013

‘The Gravity of Bones’ Poem in Rabbit Journal

Anna’s poem ‘The Gravity of Bones’ was published in Rabbit Poetry Journal- a journal of non-fiction writing, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013

The Gravity of Bones

 

The skin hung off her skeleton arm.

Her fingers curled into one another.

Slowly her arm rose as if to wave,

came to rest on her chest, beating

at the morphine patch.

 

First published in Rabbit Journal, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013

‘Crunchy, No Bruises’ Poem in Rabbit Poetry Journal, 2013

Anna’s poem ‘Crunchy, No Bruises’ was published in Rabbit Poetry Journal- a journal of non-fiction writing, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013

Crunchy, No Bruises

 

When we visited next, he didn’t recognise me. He stared

right through me and out the other side. I wanted to pick

out his pupils, whisper my name and toss them back

into that blue grey sea. See a flash of recognition if only

for an instant.

 

He still had his eccentricities. We assured

him the apple was washed and the knife was clean. Cut

segments and ate a quarter each.

 

‘Crunchy, no bruises’ he said.

 

First published in Rabbit Journal, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013