Of A Fisherman

‘Of A Fisherman’ (For Jonathan) Fresh from the Greenland Sea and from across the Continental Plate, covered in sea lice, yet still worthy of a shimmer, you escaped them all with a flash of silver… Their nets, their trawlers and steel lines, all came up empty until his rod it took you with the lure […]

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A Monk In The Garden

  Upon rising & pulling away curtains of slumber to the finer points of morning, in the garden below I can’t be sure, but there appears to be a Buddhist monk curtsying to flowers beckoning from their beds… Gathering the ruby folds of an oversized gown, the monk waves to gypsy moths with the flash […]

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Leptis Magna

When I was young,
there was a house I knew,
towering & full of brick,
on an upscale, uptown street,
different from all the rest,
w/a yard surrounding all it’s imposing facades,
like a castle moat
w/ no drawbridge.

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In exile complete,
I watch from a cove
perched on the edges of a firth,
as ripples elongate & wain
‘til blown through the rain & passway.

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