Category: Prose poetry

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Something Small, Every Day (or so): To the Little British Girl

Charlotte Hamrick

To the Little British Girl on Gardener’s World who grew her first garden this year. Your tour of the garden was just what my tired and sad eyes needed this morning. Walking the garden in your pink wellies, you proudly showed the dahlias you grew from seed, the roses you rescued from black spot, tending them with care and fresh compost, the tomatoes (toe-mah-toes) and peppers bursting with life, and everything you declared as “lovely”. Little British girl, you are lovelier than the loveliest flower. Your delight is contagious and a reminder to observe the small things, to nurture the … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): To the Little British Girl

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In Sleep

Charlotte Hamrick

A skift of fluff whispers along the floor next to Buddy’s bed. He is there, softly snuffling in his sleep, a bit of raspberry tongue peeking out. A twitch of his feet accompanies a yip-yip from the shimmery world behind closed eyes where he runs and barks with Sammy, who is much missed but is alive again in Buddy’s memory and dreams. A raw bit of prose inspired by this prompt and by this suggestion: “Something small, every day.” I’m trying. :) Continue reading In Sleep