Tag: poet

isolation #19

When I see a ship in a bottle I imagine it reflects all that the sailor felt when making it. In full sail, the ship is like a horse champing at the bit; the bottle stoppers all the frustration of being landlocked and waiting…

isolation #17

For many of us, hearing has become the dominant form of social interaction – I listen out for the phone calls from family, the text message alerts, the ping that tells me another funny or heart-warming video has come through from a far away…

Bonsai

“To scale all love down To a cupped hand’s size” Edith Tiempo ~ Bonsai Even now there is a mote of ragebehind these cool blue eyes – some rougeperhaps has rubbed in over yearsredness lessened to a small hot spotthe way volcanoes lie lowsmouldering,…