Poem from a Wrinkled Hag

I hadn't written any poetry in a very long while , then one night - in the middle of the night - I woke up and scratched out these words on the back of an energy bill envelope:   Put pen to paper one last time wring a poem from my aching soul let the... Continue Reading →

Poems in Translation

1. I was devoted to blue. But when I met the grey of Copenhagen, I consecrated myself to the priesthood of its tones. from At Kierkegaard’s tomb by Enrique Moya When I was living in Budapest, I used to go to Vienna every couple of months to join in the Labyrinth Poetry evenings at Cafe... Continue Reading →

Found Poem: Sunday Seafront

food eat-in or take-away delicious locally sourced food: aero hot chocolate chips with cheese chips with curry sauce chips with gravy chips chips chips with cider mulled wine organic teas, coffees and much more cider jellied eels cockles shrimp oysters and pickled herring with fish'n'chips and chips chips chips and more cider

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