SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

        Pindar said a man is just a dream  of his shadow I am the nightmare of my walking shadow  not even sure it's mine. * Plotino ref...

  Wild geese where are you going now? Sweet day not to alight where the clan of hyenas drink at sunset. * the past is not a foreign country ...

  ' He triumps now, the dead, Beholding London's gloom' (Lionel Johnson) Beholding the London gloom  from the overground        ...

The barefoot poet walks carelessly over the last shards of his wisdom: crimson, green, blue, yellow shards glinting by the autum gloam. Far ...

  The uneventful life of a poet barefoot in soiled dungarees deadheading carnations first thing in the morning trying to balance the scales ...

  An old van rusting away by an elm-lined footpath, a cat stares at me bemused like someone seeing a ghost. A dray horse weary near an old s...

  Like a moth buzzing around a flower as she can't alight on a word.  (Virginia Woolf) I cannot find the right word to define my present...