Poetry – Ben Keatinge

Black Vulture You loom at Madzharovo then at Bosilovo roost at Kalanjevo. Black pilgrim cowl of the air crossing these skies, come, we are prone and torn, numbed, expecting your news. Cormorants at Dojran Lake The fisher Christs are drying their wings a great white pelican gawps and gives a wide September yawn a prudent … Continue reading Poetry – Ben Keatinge