The Perpetual Villa
“Il y a longtemps,” I repeated. “A long time ago.” My French felt clumsier every…
“Il y a longtemps,” I repeated. “A long time ago.” My French felt clumsier every…
Safe To Say How ghastly the day before yesterday was now everyone associated with it…
Margaret didn’t like Walls, so why had she agreed to go walking with him in…
Somatotropism My lungs were out of helium, so I wandered out of my anti-memory cell…
The Death By Drowning Of Twenty Seven Migrants In The English Channel on Wednesday It…
Dutch Masters An age away, the scented evergreens are still, a lucent wave commits to…
Spring For Lois P. Jones I The gentle discord of rainfall, its alternating static…
Try to envisage Odysseus, on stiff headland, on the Western Atlantic coast of Ireland, tilling…
Ace of Wands Fire & Desire And then, at the right time from the heat…
Introductory Note “Icarius’s Daughter” celebrates Penelope, Odysseus’s wife and heroine of Homer’s Odyssey. In the…
The Sacred Mundane 1 We might say with confidence that the world is a lovely…
In how many garrets and non-garrets of the world Are self-convinced geniuses at this moment…
Three Poems by Charles Baudelaire IV – L’ALBATROS Souvent, pour s’amuser, les hommes d’equipage Prennent…
Leaf-ladder to the Sky Dusk drums down the harbour, Seagull sirens sound alarms, A quiet…
Questioning a Tank Into the shocked, shucked shell of the hospital at Kunduz, which for…
This Is Not a Well Made Poem The well made poem puts on its dicky…
Encumeada It was the very last shot on the roll Before the film disappeared…
My arse was born before my head. I’m told I shouldn’t remember, but I do. …
Dawn highlights the East while becoming towards it the tide patterns paper tigers on the…