The Last Resort
There is a secret hideaway, idyllic, out of reach of poets, where our muses congregate. They gather on the golf …
There is a secret hideaway, idyllic, out of reach of poets, where our muses congregate. They gather on the golf …
What are you, the Human, made of? / From the loving cup of the giant ammonite / the milliard glistening crystals of predatory lenses / the world-girdling scramble of the kelpie’s mane …
Imagine, said the porcupine if buffalos could fly, If ocelots would only dine on elderberry pie, If silverbacks played paddy …
You used to read out our horoscopes over lazy breakfasts with the Sunday rags. We’d giggle at “romance in unexpected …
The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades …
Oh the Whos are who-whoing, they do that a lot. How I wish I could silence them with a garrote. They …
This morning my dog asked me is reality amiss,I just saw the parakeet attempt to give our cat a kiss,I …
The house is lit for Halloween and trick or treaters making rounds. Two Jack O Lanterns standing guard beside the …