Travel Brochure
I flick the pages, wonder if a tour of Hell with Virgil as a guide would go down well. A circle every day, full board, surprise old friends and chat; there’s nothing wrong with that. And all that suffering and shit! Better than a thousand sermons. Yes, a trip into the depths would do us […]
All steamed up
All steamed up When I enter that chamber all I can see is swirling white hot mist. Only after feeling my way to the bench and sitting down do I sense I’m not alone. Sure enough, a dark figure can just be made out, lurking in the far corner. “Hello..?” I venture. The oracle speaks […]
Inside the tree
It is different here. There are no bullies or fights or petty theft. There is no injustice or racism or greed. Only the green silk of beech leaves and stillness that rises like sap.
Day 20. Inside
Something inside something. Foot in sock. Foot in mouth. Three fat yellow blooms in a tall vase (thank you for idea, Paul). Here’s KATERINA RUDCENKOVA http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/246336 Inside.