Poems
The Memory of Josh
The collective for a group of elephants is a Memory, because they all share in one as they roam across their common home beneath the sun. Each and every one committed to their memory’s survival, despite the depredations of mankind, their deadliest foe and so, kind in...
Sunday Song
The ding dong’s over, I’ve had crumpets and I feel in clover. This week I did the things I had to do leaving not much to chew. The sun is shining but it’s cold outside, I have a healthy sense of pride, not overweening sin, I hope, that might be censured by the Pope,...
Elegy upon a Glove
Few things are sadder than a single glove lost by a stranger who was once right here, though surely not a stranger lost to love. Sometimes you see them on a rail, that’s queer, left there for their reciprocating pair.
Donne Rhymin’
John Donne was bitten by God’s flea, which sucked his blood and set him free.