He Built A House
He
built for her a house of paper,
between
low and high tide,
in
the line between the sea and the sand.
She
took their dead child, carried a spade,
dug
into the warm earth his grave,
she
mourned their child alone
Chrissie
Morris Brady
Chrissie
is much travelled and has lived and worked in several countries. She gained her
degrees in Psychology at USC and worked with recovering addicts in the LA area
for four years. She now lives on the South Coast of England where she writes.
Chrissie has been published by Ariel Chart, Bournemouth Borough Council, Plum
Tree Books, Mad Swirl, Anti Heroin Chic, Dead Snakes, and other publishers of
poetry. Her articles appear in Novel Masters, Democracy Now and other
newspapers
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Powerful imagery. Packs a punch.
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