Ascension Day: a poem
Yesterday was the Feast of the Ascension, so this is late. I guess it is still May 30th in California and points West (up to the International Date Line) though:…
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda
Yesterday was the Feast of the Ascension, so this is late. I guess it is still May 30th in California and points West (up to the International Date Line) though:…
It’s heading into midsummer. So, the perfect time to post a short poem about autumn. “Stealth” by Howard Stein (who has an interesting bio)captures the transitory, and elusive, nature of…
From the Summer 2018 issue of Temz Review here is a sonnet (of course) by Joanna Cleary. I like its ironic treatment of contemporary lit crit certainties. And of course,…
From The Writing Disorder If I Knew Braille If I knew Braille, perhaps I could read the graffiti of purple-mouthed limpets clinging to old, sea-washed boulders the secret Bibles of…
Comment sections have a bad press, and one can understand when even the most innocuous YouTube video can have all sorts of rabid anger unleashed below. Sometimes, however, comments can…
In 2013 I entered this in one of the Spectator’s poetry competitions, if memory serves a version of a well-known poem endeavouring to convey the precisely opposite message. With apologies…
Looking for something else entirely, I come across this piece from 2005 on the Social Affairs Unit Blog by Lincoln Allison on Hilaire Belloc’s Cautionary Verses. Allison begins with a…
For Jakow Trachtenberg The embers of bitterness did not burn in you. The machinery of mathematics did not cease in you. The days of hell did not rob you of…