Carer’s Reverie The voice that calls with urgency is still the voice that once warned me of cars, of heights, of men in bars … now warning that the tea is cold, the window open, the old house sold. Katherine Spadaro A Result I must have hoped for the haughty beauty of the lady on the packet or at least to partake of an essence mysterious sparkliness of beetroot nibbliness of cranberry bashfulness of pansy slurpy juice of plum mist of distant mountain sigh of whispered velvet dragon’s trove of amethyst wine’s profound perfume Even better, I get perfect honesty…