Sy Margaret Baldwin is English by birth but has spent most of her adult life in California. As a birdwatcher she has trailed after Honey Buzzards in Sweden, Snowy Owls in Scotland, and Blue Rock Thrush on Gibraltar. Her poems have appeared in Calyx, Hanging Loose, Poetry Now, Pirene’s Fountain, and other journals.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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