Eros aims at all
on Piccadilly Circus
straight and gay alike
Widow picks seashells
She’s in harmony with them
They are both hollow
Their empty homes bare
Bereft of life and substance
Spirit washed away Continue reading →
Ice sculpture will yield
its fifteen minutes of fame
hot in the city Continue reading →
Revolution failed
Power and wealth for the elite
workers paid in grain Continue reading →
Year of the Selfie
makes it impossible to
photobomb yourself
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The pen now idle
a way of telling silenced
next Tollund Man dies.
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From furrow fertile
blackberries ripe each August
anniversary Continue reading →
the sun behind the
swaying hawthorn tree contrives
transparent leafglow
its shadow on the
wall conducts an orchestra
of soft woodwind boughs Continue reading →