Magic
I see a child whose life is dying of thirst. I see a child chasing droplets of water in a …
I see a child whose life is dying of thirst. I see a child chasing droplets of water in a …
They aren’t mallards but then I do live in the city…
https://poetryontherun.com/2017/12/20/a-sermon-regarding-hunger/ I was offered pictures of a starving baby. Yes an actual baby, a fellow human starving to death… or …
Maybe I am going to write about pictures. Ekphrasis – poetry about pictures. I believe it is my calling, or …
Originally posted on I am not a silent poet:
A place where skyscrapers and tower blocks reach the same heights, but the people don’t, they…
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Learning to live with the immediacy of small birds. In the sudden dips and swerves of weather something changes. I …
It is too early to take a nap. His daily trip to town put off for now, he must wait …