Poem: Vitruvian Woman
Vitruvian Woman For Laura A Poem for Halloween Svelte limbs, aquiline and flow, her…
Browsing: Literature
The Ghost in the Garrick
Richard Midwinter arrived early at the Garrick and on entering the theatre was struck by…
Poem: September is Here
September is Here and I want to feel the tingle of autumn over the horizon.…
Poem: The Revolutionary
The Revolutionary Andrée Blouin, 1921-1986 A hungry child can never truly sleep. In the orphanage…
Poem: Maldon days
Maldon days hēt þā hyssa hwæne hors forlǣtan, feorr āfȳsan, and forð gangan,…
JACK GILBERT WAS TOO HORNY TO BE A METAPHYSICAL POET
JACK GILBERT WAS TOO HORNY TO BE A METAPHYSICAL POET not that sex and metaphysics…
The Dish Washer
He put on the yellow marigolds with some difficulty, while at the same time remembering…
Poem: Discovery
Discovery Discovery are coloured dark deep red. I heard one falling as I brushed the…
Poem: And Me
And Me Naked for you, beneath some moon somewhere, which sounds like an ending, unless…
Psychopomp
The magic place lay under a blanket of snow. On the ridge of the park…
Poem: ‘No animals died’
No animals died Our research on toads and carabids considered predator and prey. Japanese toads…
Indiana Jones on a Kharkiv Bus
Marina and I wait for a bus, and when it comes, we squeeze our way…
Poem: Vincent in Hiroshima
Vincent in Hiroshima “A work of art is a corner of creation viewed through a…
Small Horses
The big man tugged the brim of his hat and spoke gently to the camera…
Poem: ‘Oblique Landscape’
Oblique Landscape JP Jacobsen, I read your poem of a boundless heath with mossy stones…
Rain in the Face
Dawn sun, distant mountains, red cliffs near, white clouds scattered, still world, until a breeze…
Fiction: The Text
Saturday morning and Lil’Johnny was on his way to work on the Market. He walked…
The Dog that Sang the Blues
It feels like centuries must have passed, but it is only decades. Years grow shorter…
Poem: Lovely Dead
Lovely Dead If I were to let you go who would I show this garden…