The River Keeps Me Company: extracts from The Floating Harbour
I watch her and she’s wistless as she weaves and waves again.
The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part I
Bayit-Lekhem in wintrous calm as coarsest night kills evening.
] ] ] ] ] or, A Poem Perched In Poco
The candle on the island lights the moving, glass-bound muse.
To Bristol Town!
P’rhaps we won’t stop anymore, now there’s no space – seat or floor.
A(n updated) Bristol Series
I have, these recent years, fallen, somehow, in to writing about Bristol over and over again.
; ? : . or, A Sedoka On The Explaining Of The Concept & Feeling Of Love To A Young Child
Just what love is; just what it means.
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