Author: Anne Curran

  pastas, soups and Turkish bread at my door … her generous spirit colors my cheeks  

daybreak with the curtains drawn my mind dark . . . then, the warble of a tui couple     (Previously published: Undertow Tanka Review;’ Issue 3, 2014)

unwell today … lichen climbing the lemon tree

purple clematis… changing her wardrobe into summer     (originally appeared in Shamrock Journal, Issue #26, 2013)

as she turns to leave my mother’s girlish smile     (originally appeared in Valley Micropress (NZ), June, 2010)

shorter days . . . wizened grapes cling to the vine