You were like a good stretch after sleeping
An apartment done all in blues.
And Sunday breakfasts.
Like helpless laughter
Forty-five miles to the gallon
And a table lighter that really works.
Like lovely soulful hands
Melancholy sunsets
And hopeless romantics like me.
-Tricia McCallum
This is the very first poem I ever published. It’s always been a sentimental favourite.
Always be a poet. Even in prose.
— Charles Baudelaire.
In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]
A sequence of my poems has been published in a hardcover book entitled The Music of Leaving Poems by Tricia McCallum
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