Five fingers touching

all your love-lettersas if thatwould free you –from what?I wishI had read themonce againbefore I did;that would besome sort ofsweet revenge –for what?

but not so much in wordsrather, take a walk with you,say, this is a street I know well,may we walk together?not to influence or be insistent,but rather, see this, and this, solet’s pause a while here,perhaps just for a comma, or a space, orthe setting out upon the page,a walk together,a poem as a guiding…

Yesterday,they dealt with those who did not contribute to the economy.Today,they dealt with those who oppose the government.Tomorrow,they will deal with those who have heard of a better life.Next week,do not be surprised at the truckwith bloodstains on its tailboardat your gate tooting its impatient horn.

of the house across the gardens;the next-door neighbour’s cut the dead ivyand the reflected light hits the artificial flowersand their strong delicate colours, glowingin their various cobalt vases; blooming joyfulwhere living flowers find that corner sad;the flowers as if washed today with brighter water-colours;as if grace itself, wishing to send a messageto this room today,…

‘I’m sorry, boys,Michael can’t come out todayand play – he’s suffering fromsynaesthesia..’Oho, no – synaesthesiais Poet Central: it’s the descriptionof what one sense perceivesin terms of another.. like whenEmily Dickinson,she of the golden pen –writes ‘To the bugle,every color is red’…So here we have the soldiersChanging the Guardat Buckingham Palace(Christopher Robinwent down with Alice…) :the…

Suppose your spelling, dropp by droppran PCs short, all crashing, *lo*,and *oets had to write their *oetrywithout the strength to hold their *!It could reduce dear England’s languageand cause considerable *oetic anguish(and by ‘England’s language’, AJS,I do not mean… well, you can guess…)Would Doctor Nerd-like surgeryhelp remove that extrusive *?‘twould be a cut to *lease…