Poem – ‘Psalm’
Psalm The light and the wind on the water these wild winter days are breath…
Psalm The light and the wind on the water these wild winter days are breath…
A Poem for Refaat Alareer In the poem your butchers fear to breathe, the murdered…
No Record of Wrongs Love does keep a record of some things— your solitary walks…
Bliain an Áir ‘The Year of Slaughter’, 1740-41 Around the earth, a warring, wooden sea…
The bed had been positioned deliberately near the window so the artist had a view…
Waking Up He had thousands of kodachromes when he died. Nowadays they’d be snaps stored…
How I Remember Her I glared that first night as she vaunted perks And spoke…
The leaves of Greenwich Park were the soul of Autumn as I walked slowly up…
A Partial Epitaph My friend, with many an article and book saved in the Cloud,…
Belshazzar I never knew myself to have a Persian beard, now, This is odd, this…
April Light I’ve let the world of people go in favour of growing spring evenings,…
It Isn’t Just A House It isn’t just a house. It’s the sacred place I…
Hope in Despair I have always loved museums, no doubt having a kind of prophetic…
SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind –…
On Opening A Door When I left the cafe I planted my leading foot beside…
Gratitude “Hate it here? But why?” I’m sick of your confounded cry. London is Open—…
Commuting with Baudelaire We are living in a time when there are no gentlemen. So,…
On 55th West between 8th and 9th Street I just miss getting mugged. I hear…
Poets may be divided into three types: those of us who must be and are,…