Author: Michael Ondaatje

Catch, my Uncle Jack said And oh I caught this huge apple Red as Mrs Kelly’s bum. It’s red as […]

Since my wife was born She must have eaten The equivalent of two-thirds Of the original garden of Eden. Not […]

All night long the hockey pictures Gaze down at you Sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats […]

On the warm July river Head back Upside down river For a roof Slowly paddling Towards an estuary between trees […]

If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. […]

A girl whom I’ve not spoken to Or shared coffee with for several years Writes of an old scar. On […]

Speaking to you This hour These days when I have lost the feather of poetry And the rains Of separation […]