Form Under the patina Ochre and brown Varnished and cracked Of our worldwise traditions Sketch Under the graph-paper Ruled and boxed Checks and balances Of our great expectations Shape Under the slogans Barbed-wire… Continue reading

Trace : a poem of displacement

Carving a trace through time You weave between the pillars Of my dark forest, moving them gently To make space for shafts of light You travel through our endless Avenues of box-rooms Open… Continue reading