Each Time No Longer
I never stopped. But…
Category: Prose & poetry
The Floating Harbour: Chapter 3
An accordion and a clarinet once danced together before a set of drums, and the aural ghost of their exchange is frenzied as it floats around the café room.
The Floating Harbour: Chapter 2
The wind stabs among the players every couple of bars,
a forceful beat formed by the rustle of the trees.
Tanka From A Slightly Diff’rent Universe
A diff’ring
(to the usual) time of day,
adorned with diff’rance.
The Cup For Tea
I used to sit in the wind of the morning, hearing them shout out numbers.
The Floating Harbour: Prologue & Chapter 1
I keep my seat, for now alone, my mind as the morning and the city: awake and peacefully awaiting more.
She Rises Then: prologue to The Floating Harbour
I give voice to her name again, though I do not shift my gaze.
Two Tanka & A Single Word
Cities in parallel, blended; the nearer past and ancient times.
