Imaginary Garden with Real Toads .
I was about to...
when this orange glow
throwing dark blue shadows,
lit the bridge.
The further bank
was radiating yellow,
so I turned back,
content with my dull world
its comfort and security
for glitz and glamour,
of spectral gaudiness?
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
Hello everyone who follows David King (My Father). On behalf of the family this post is to let you know that Dad sadly passed away, peacefu...
This post has in a sense been handed to me by two or three responses to my post On not getting it. In the course of discussing how a reade...
It all depends, you see, how you go about it. And that I cannot tell you, for that will be dictated by you and by you knowing your friends...
extract from the poem Koi by John Burnside All afternoon we've wandered from the pool to alpine beds and roses ...