The Cup For Tea
I used to sit in the wind of the morning, hearing them shout out numbers.
Tag: poem
Two Tanka & A Single Word
Cities in parallel, blended; the nearer past and ancient times.
A Song Of Poems
Told through tense interpretation, their tales light the night and meet the morning.
Will I Not Want Yet Still Want Not?
A day about the harbour. A night around a fire.
Written Somewhere Sunny In The South-West
Momentum felt as sep’rate moments: such is time.
The Floating Harbour: a serialised novel
Written between January, 2016 and August, 2019.
Between That Postbox & Those Steps Beside The River
A river, there, reflects the moment.
william altoft 