October 4, 2019

He thinks of himself as ventriloquist

Finding the voice behind my metal stare.

But it’s true to say he may well have missed

The point of me on horseback in City Square.

This is what he does, takes on the world he sees

In sonnets, obsessed with fourteen lines and rhyme,

This...

September 6, 2019

When we were last here many decades since,

We were unbroken glass, chipped but clear,

As we walk I’m looking for clues, some hints

To our boyhood spent in this city here.

And it slowly returns, history revealed,

A carved Victorian building, your voice and its tone,

Hidden me...

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