Joanna M. Weston

I Sold Dorothy Livesay a Bed

they say that Dorothy

slept lightly those last years

warm on her posturepedic


I sold her that bed –

an extra in the basement

not likely to have a guest

between the sheets

when I was a student

eating rice and sardines for breakfast


she bounced

on the springs

high into a line of laughter

sat down and dreamed a cheque

into my hungry hands


she never said

she was a poet

 *previously published in Tower Poetry


The Danger of Joan

it’s said the saint wore armour at night

to keep soldiers at bay


they wouldn’t dare assail

a saint wearing iron

even with gossamer beneath

being afraid they’d get rusted

from loving in the rain

or get turned to angel feathers

when Joan went up in flame

in Rouen on a Sunday

with bishops by the score

flirting for her handshake

genuflecting for a smile


she wouldn’t let them burn her

until she’d taken steel from her eyes

and pierced one cleric with a nail

*previously published in Canadian Woman Studies



my finger traces

lines on rock


a young man frowns

at his stone knife


leans heavier into carving

sighs with the need

to sharpen yet again

before edging down


my hand bends

into the curve

a car passes

and I rise stiffly

from the eons


Joanna M. Weston is married, has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, is published by Clarity House Press. Her poetry, A Summer Father, is published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her e-books can be found at her blog.


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