november moon: a sonnet

november moon hugging the edge of night are you the only witness to the plight of a heart decades ploughed and shorn by lies? white stalk-arms reach stiff to the inky skies frozen again under a white facade of cruel obedience and auld bravade how do you do it? she asks the shy sphere howContinue reading “november moon: a sonnet”

circle. a poem.

round and round it goes. where it started where it will stop. nobody knows. Johnny sang about it. Tolkein wrote about it. i live it. will the circle be unbroken? the old hymn asks. only when a brave one trembling steps over the rim and flies. tight is the grip of the devil on thoseContinue reading “circle. a poem.”

Sunflowers: a poem

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