Angele Toomey Poetry

The whirlwind of the book launch is now beginning to subside. I am back to my daily commute, my day job, sorting laundry and tending to fussy feline family members.… Read more

To be honest, I had always seen myself writing. One day. One day when I had more time. One day when things calmer. One day when I had something important… Read more

It always surprises me that is is so easy to chew through time when your running around doing chores. For some reason, the usually quiet street is full of vintage… Read more

Not much of an introduction today, just going to dive right in… Dilution I am naturopathy in action- Heavily diluted but clinging to the hope Of self-efficacy. My words vibrate,… Read more

I found this particular poem form one night after I’d given up counting sheep and went down the rabbit hole of late night googling! The villanelle is a highly structured… Read more

This poem was inspired on a Number 2 bus to Haitaitai. It is dedicated to all the summer-loving people who suffer greatly when the winter descends. Autumnal Delirium “People are… Read more

Even though I am in full ‘prepare for the launch‘ mode, new works are managing to percolate to the surface. This is a list poem, I didn’t mean to write… Read more