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(Continued from Part I) ...It led us on, towards a pedestalwhich held us in its thrallamongst the ivy, hidden by the tallsurrounding trees, loftily arching, standing sentinelthat seemed to usher us towards the weather-beaten wallwhere, above all the line, clear as the day was fairspoke its strange message here, and everywhereor so it seemed to... Continue Reading →
It was the first of Autumn, not a soulbut you and I were theredew on the grass, and sunlight in my hairthe churchyard gate was open - just a crack, a creak, ajarwe entered that quiet garden, the parishioners, unawarewhile, from afar a line, clear as the autumn airpoured forth its strains, for all the... Continue Reading →
I wonder, by the riverside while following the swirling tideof human filth, spilled far and wide:Is there still time to save us? The factory's putrefaction stenchand farmed manure, in ditch and trenchadd to the rot, compound the stench:This is no way to save us. Yet somehow, it is not despairbut strength, in nature's song I hear,(while... Continue Reading →
Spring, once again spring,outside our window, starlings singas light takes on a gold-green glowsomehow I know (somehow I know)that new life is awakening I sense a stir — a quickeningand all things turn towards the lightas well they might (as well they might). Day breaks like the waves upon the beach, through tide-washed caves,carving the secret codicesof... Continue Reading →
Give an apple to the teacherwith a twinkle in her eyeand a one-way ticket to a dreamnine miles high. Give an apple to the teachertell her not to be afraidand an apple to her daughterwho wishes she had stayed home — light in her eyeslike the dream she held so dearwhich you turned into a... Continue Reading →
We are living in a post-truth world where everything is what you make itno one will tell you you are right or wrong:but everyone willchoose sidesopt for this or that camp; over alldeny what's going on around, above, below, beside, beneath them;only listen to the wind,it knows the answer,as the permafrost is plundered for its oil reserves the... Continue Reading →
As snow falls silent through a sullen greysky, without a wisp of winter sunI only hope my love comes through today. The timetable must bring either dismayor hope - will loneliness or funwin out, this gentle January day? The robin on the railings does not playbut seeks succour and warmth, alone like onewho only hopes... Continue Reading →
Time laps the shore of life, ripcurled, the tidewhich pulls us under, washing over allthe sand, the land, the space, the race, the rideand never fails to stand, nor make us fall. We falter at the changes time brings on,uncomprehend the lines etched on our skin;the seasons dance their round, and we bemoanthe boundaries we're... Continue Reading →
I hold you close beside me, from a distance; light a candle for the lost and found;let sorrows ebb and flow, show no resistance let silence speak the plummet of the sound. I say a prayer for those without directionand set my compass to poetic north;whisper, beneath my breath, a benediction for the New Year, and all it... Continue Reading →
Earlier this year, I experimented with a rhymed cadralor. This idea has interested me for a while, as I wasn't sure it could be done successfully, especially with the contextual dissonance required between stanzas. However, I sent it off to the editorial board at Gleam - Journal of the Cadralor, and they said "yes"! Thanks... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 