Geraldine Green’s first collection The Skin, was published in 2003. Her second collection, Passio, was published 2006, (both by Flarestack Publications).                                      

Her work has been published in the US, UK and Italy and she has read widely in these countries; currently undertaking a PhD (Creative Writing, Poetry) at Lancaster University, Geraldine is fresh from performing at the first International Women’s Arts Festival in the UK, with performers Patti Smith, Peggy Seeger and Janine Pommy Vega; in September 2007 she read at The Wordsworth Trust, Grasmere and in October 2007 she performed at venues in the NY area, including The Bowery Poetry Club, NYC. 

She runs writing workshops, teaches creative writing at both Lancaster and Cumbria Universities, is an Associate Editor of Poetry Bay www.poetrybay.com, (editor NY poet George Wallace), she lives in Cumbria, UK and is currently working on her third collection. She plans a return trip to the US in July where she’ll be reading at The Woody Guthrie Festival, Okemah, Oklahoma and various venues in the NY area.

I WANT TO BE FED HOMER BY YOU  

and ripe red gooseberries
i want to bed roses by your side
to walk in the small, clock tower
that climbs around its hours
i want to eat the hours
and seed the gods
i want to be fed water
i want to be the clanging hammers
that weather vanes strike
i want to be the apocrypha
according to saint john
wide open to you
when you wake.

                                GRANDMOTHER EARTH

                                he went to the centre of the island
                                found the rock standing there

                                the rock had waited over a thousand years
                                for this moment

                                was this the right one? 
                                something inside him knew it was

                                the rock listened. 
                                would this be the day he would come?

                                he lay his forehead against cool rock
                                grandmother, he crooned, grandmother

                                wrapped his arms around her body
                                she, who had waited years for this moment, wept.

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