Poetry, fiction and other writings
Boy’s Games -Then
A time for scrunching through the drifts of rusty, swirling leaves and for scrumping apples from the tiny orchard through the thorny hedge. A time for picking mushrooms in the early morning fields; for revelling in colours and inhaling sickly … Continue reading →
Lago e Montagne
Dawn Merged – firmament and lake a haze one small white float – one drifting bird the Mountain quiescent – veiled Early Morning Brighter now – rocky land and trees emerge bamboos rise – yellow sharp against the mist the … Continue reading →
PHOENIX at FIRSTSITE
In that empty vault two fossils from a future world mothballing ripped a Bacon nude rust the red hair bolts and crumpled pipes simpler than your modern car beneath the silver sleek Givenchy skin I was there so long ago … Continue reading →
Battlefield
Awaiting shape out there: the battle lines above the trenches, with the mud, the wire, at sun up; soon, so very soon. Frightened by the claustrophobic dark, cramped men in tunnelled earth redoubts taste mist over the battlefield, wait for … Continue reading →