“Distancing” and other poems by Jessamine O’Connor

  Meet me for coffee Not a cup of tea, a pint or just ‘meet me’ because I want to wait awkward at a counter beside you with the steam spluttering, the espresso machine knocking and our overdressed elbows almost touching. I want to sit opposite you at a small table that can never be [...]

“Snowbird” and other poems by Jessamine O’Connor

Snowbird after Mary Noonan’s house   If I had known, I would have said goodbye years before.   Not at the artificial grass graveside or the airtight TV room where you all sat like stuffed animals, but at your table, over the paintbrushes,   or on the coral strand, between sandwiches, between swims, where I [...]