Poems Alzheimer's & dementia Each week she'd bring cake

Each week she'd bring cake from her favourite shop in St Kilda

her protagonist witnessing the world in a way that had me pausing for long deep breaths after most chapters

in her own words

Using colored pencils and watercolor pencils

a daylight war approaches from the south

Poems Alzheimer's & dementia Each week she'd bring cakeWord pictures crafted by a master artist from everyday moments offer deep reflections on contemporary existence in this poem collection. I lie and lay my head upon the grass And unwind the body hardened stiff like glass. But the tiny blades tickle the lower ear Making me ask myself, why do I bear This crass impertinence and sink my head Still further down its bed of prickly green? So asks the poet, his ears pressed against the earth as he maps the