Tuesday, January 25, 2011


"brittle - a poem about childhood."

When I was a child,
being in love meant eating
my mother's vegetable soup
(even though I secretly hated it)...

But comfort always came
from knowing
that even the most
fierce of monsters
could be calmed by vanilla custard!

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2011.

"And the time will come when we will be stronger in all the places we are broken..." (hemmingway)

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