Posted on May 19, 2020 Egypt & Industry: a sneak peak Two paths curve t’ward an empty cradle. Continue Reading
Posted on April 12, 2020 Sat By Old John Cabot Blow gentlesoft, pandemic breeze, ‘breast an unop’n’d tomb. Continue Reading
Posted on March 24, 2020March 24, 2020 A Tanka On The Corner Of The Harbourside A ring around old cobble. Continue Reading
Posted on January 6, 2020January 6, 2020 Travels With A Flex-Grip Pen Ferry me upriver. Continue Reading
Posted on November 2, 2019November 14, 2019 A Last Request Let me/it, at last, then, rise, buffeted by sound-waves. Continue Reading
Posted on October 23, 2019 Another Moment Here ‘N Then The breeze feels like an echo of a cold too cold to bear, as the gull glides on its currents and the waves of winter light. Continue Reading