Poems: Flit; For Sons of Daughters

Old lore it was – a form of love – that held a mode for living: heed fast the roles to follow through en-route ascension, heaven. Band rates survived the loss of life; a ledge for new fry flown anew, as it was done (respectful sons). A guided stance, atrophied moves. To doff salute toContinue reading “Poems: Flit; For Sons of Daughters”

Poem: ‘Dear Bob and Roberta Smith’

Dear Bob and Roberta Smith. This is a letter of ten foot high thanks for the multitude of paint stuck and shaped seen today. I write outside the Harris Gallery where a rocked pram’s wheels rotate and spin regardless of the couple nearly fighting to the side of coloured slats boarding my eyes. I remem-Continue reading “Poem: ‘Dear Bob and Roberta Smith’”