Monthly Archives: July 2021

Joan Wicleff it was from whom I learnt: art is a verb.

Once upon a time in Memphis, I consumed 300 films a year; what would I ever have done in a ghosted town like yours,

inspired by the film of that name i. You want me to turn out the lamp. I linger on your face a little longer.

Perhaps you should stop reading now. Continue and you may determine whether this poem begins to live today or if it be dead when read, as said.

We are the occupiers. This is the land we possess. Hollow rings a tribute to its past stewards, however noble,