Children, join hands it may not be that you will fight for your country. Children, sing songs gather in play you may not be here the next day. Children, give love to the people around. They need your wishes they need your kisses. Especially parents who struggle to...
Berryman was a saint, not sinner For inviting Henry in – he didn’t have To do that – could have waited sickly By the bridge to die. Before him others Not unconnected doing the same Then his friends – one by one Not unlike the Ark got into it And flung…them too angry...
Laura, I realise Love is no libation It involves us in sadness and loss, Informs the child of its broken heart Where the whims of fancy perish On the harsh rocks of reality. She formed words from others I wrote poetry to please the masses Useless words for useless...
I don’t want him home He’s a fucking liability. She never said those words The scriptures won’t allow it With their plainsong lack Of imagination, but that’s what she was screaming. Seventy-four Never setting foot Outside the door While he...
I felt love, and it was a soulless, moving empathy, unbounded by selfish commitments. Not held by language or limited by occasion. It flowed through friends, toward me, and I was caught in its abundance Drifting light in myriad shades of marvel and amusement. But...
