Somewhere in the Blue Majestic. I imagine you proud out there, somewhere high on an…
Tag: poetry
My life as an onion dry skins for compost layers of meaning rings of time…
AT THE KITCHEN TABLE The late spring snow catches us off-guard, drifts against the henhouse…
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock’ goes the clock in the bedroom he shares with no-one. He sees that…