Bait the Lines

  autumn within the sarni that is autumn closed upon a filling of winter née summer sliced relish this last hot harvest in turning falling l...

  fence posts the rings of life are squared  and weathered here where the fields posts are sledged edges barbed wire and the do not enter si...

  tenby   and so the coloured evening rolls down to the harbour slowly bobbing in anticipation  the blue sky harkens to the shore warm music...

  mindless mendacity of senseless graffiti   saying nothing in its genericity   and yet      and yet this universal voice must be screaming ...

  although i am growing quietly old,   even i  feel an uprising rising and i mumble ‘count me in’ shouting ‘COUNT ME IN’

  ekphrasis from the painting comes a life laying into the painting lies a life oscillating in my understanding  for a decision never landin...

  but still the wind howls then we found that the stigmata           were just red pearled candle wax churched in a mild to moderate pain th...