Poem: Vitruvian Woman
Vitruvian Woman For Laura A Poem for Halloween Svelte limbs, aquiline and flow, her…
Browsing: Poetry
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…
Poem: Discovery
Discovery Discovery are coloured dark deep red. I heard one falling as I brushed the…
Eastern European Poetry in a Time of Trauma
I have been working in education for the last twenty-three years, and been publishing books…
Poem: And Me
And Me Naked for you, beneath some moon somewhere, which sounds like an ending, unless…
Poem: ‘No animals died’
No animals died Our research on toads and carabids considered predator and prey. Japanese toads…
Poem: Vincent in Hiroshima
Vincent in Hiroshima “A work of art is a corner of creation viewed through a…
Poem: ‘Oblique Landscape’
Oblique Landscape JP Jacobsen, I read your poem of a boundless heath with mossy stones…
Poem: Lovely Dead
Lovely Dead If I were to let you go who would I show this garden…
Poem: ‘Where beckons the quiver…?’
_ Where beckons the quiver…? Are there no spirits moving in the air _ …
Poem: ‘A Chapter in the War’
A Chapter in the WarAppian, 95-165 CEUnder orders from Octavian, the hardened captains – Pansa,…
Poem: Rental
Rental Motes swirled in windows like stars in The Starry Night. Water stains framed mirrors…
Poetry: ‘hospital suite’
From hospital suite One no matter how the oak ward is word-less the light buzz…
Poem: ‘If I Could Only’
If I Could Only I dream of roses blooming in the sky, of boys with…
Poem: Krismastime
Krismastime It’s Krismastime Get confetti Slug wile Midnight Fly heights Seeing worlds beam by beam…
Poem: Teacher
TEACHER I know I’ve made a christ of you the way I gather up the…
Poem: The Oath
The Oath The little hand he holds Is all they could find to give him:…