Bait the Lines

the sea rolls past in the dark and it won’t say it never does  and it never will stare if you will  but it never will

BOY kiss his little kiss-curl your lovely baby boy kiss along his little hand upon his little toy kiss away his tears when it fell ...

ruins            ruins                       ruins industry    in ruins lives    in ruins the rape of the valley my val...

every grain of thought is a jewel on the sands of time even when the tide returns to wipe them all away as it must     no tear is ever waste...

the sea breathes a secret, the gulls scream do not listen lies, lies, lies. ignoring them  the sea breathes a secret  to those wh...

R S Thomas.  my nose in his poems, my head upon his pocket watch, that ticks time’s mountain rocks.  where the heavy tears cascade,  dr...

to be an adolescent is like being rolled along under a glacier, the motion of the diffuse light far above predetermined. the golden gr...