Through Whitby
At last, to pincer-piers of wooden slabs…
Author: William Altoft
Writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol.
Song Of Palestine – The Embroidery Of Filasṭīn
Breathe the folklore; olive-oil ‘n -wood; the love-song ‘n the poetry.
Song Of Palestine – They Massacred The Ones They Brought To Hunger
Hell between the aid trucks ‘n the nascent dawn…
Isis, Su-Tekh, & The Falcon-Child: XI
The Evil Of The End Of All Things comes
inevitable on the heels of time!
Isis, Su-Tekh, & The Falcon-Child: X
T’ward th’lapwing th’baboon trots. Back to his shoulder she descends, as th’roaming dead assault the fens…
Isis, Su-Tekh, & The Falcon-Child: IX
In his own hand (his left) he takes up a stalk. “Your red heart I’ll pierce, after tearing through your chest!”
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