Monthly Archives: May 2018

Sense

I gave my eyes to love and this Made it hard to see Then it took me prisoner But I named no names I afforded it my words They were taken and burned My poetry a torched Muslim villager Her body a cloud of pain My life was torn Between torture and escape      […]

Storm

An old lady with a brown shopping-trolley is crossing at the lights. She turns and waddles towards the tram-stop where I am standing. Most commuters have already left, and the traffic has begun to thin. Warnings of high storms and damaging winds forecasted for the late afternoon took over the airwaves and every messaging medium […]

Night

The sweetest chatter I ever knew Was in the dead of night By parties also that I knew: Poplar leaves and wind A flurry of wit, repartee, Laughter, mischief