Luke12PoetryRasping crows and breath of lifeHere is a prose poem: Rasping crows used to interrupt my study days at home. They did not care. I used their warning calls as natural...
Luke12PoetryInner peace found by the roadside Workings of love showed themselves. The arteries. The oxygenation. The lung of patrimonial support was a myelin blanket covering decades...
Luke12PoetryThe surprising scalesRomany Roaming in Antrim, you must have come from good stock the skirt around you the genes coding for scraps scraps of protection from...
Luke12PoetryCottonCotton anniversaries are guiding beacons As imaginary lights show the harvesting The cracking of bolls overseen by archdeacons in the...