Sunday 3 November 2019


It Is Cold

by Ann Christine Tabaka


It’s cold old man.
“Yes, I remember cold.”
Put on your coat old man.
“Yes, I used to have a coat.
it was green, such a lovely shade of green.”
Here is your coat, it is brown.
“No, not my coat.
My coat is green, like the color of her eyes.”
Whose eyes?
“My darling wife. Where is she? 
I have been waiting for her all day.”
Your wife is no longer with us.
“Where did she go?
She told me she would be here.”
Maybe she is outside.
We should go look.
Put on your coat, it is cold old man.
“Yes, I remember cold.”


* * * * *

It Is Cold” was first published by TreeHouse Arts (November 2018).

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books. Christine lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Christine lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Burningword Literary Journal, The Write Connection, Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray BranchThe McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore. Website: https://annchristinetabaka.com/


1 comment: