Category: Poetry

running water

these byways slither between cities longitudinal and spurring on to borderland and port towns – sluggish perhaps and disjointed in part though once they raced like quick-silver where joggers mill along their shores base clay channels in replica of rivers bastardising originals in the rush to make water outrun coach roads – and after grinding grubwork of navvy gang came…

In my sky at twilight

en mi cielo al crepúsculo eres como una nube* In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud the bloody blot on the landscape of how at the going down of yet another sun I am bound to remember nebulous drifts of our begetting adrenalin of missed…

little faith

Stone deaf the silence of the void: “who are the faithful?” murmur hangers on peering from lank and salt-tongued grasses hushed house of God that rang with prayer and praises through earth to heaven glass of arc stained light shone His eminence Medieval pomp all spent by circumstance an upkeep too steep for the dwindling mass dissolved…