A Rock A ROCK A rock sat on its rocky pile one day and contemplated its existence “I may have been tossed here” he thought to… read more
Pewter Moonlight Old men are writing poems by pewter moonlight They live in different parts of the world but their pen unites them Their blood … read more
Some Softly Falling Rain How can we talk about love? It’s a glass tumbler full of flames, coiling up like flowing hair, tips evaporating in space, then… read more
New Moon How strange that it’s all based on the sighting of the slightest sliver of the moon! The whole sky veils it then, only the… read more