by phoenix | Mar 14, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
For Michelle and Thorfinn What stirs me is long flowing hair and a tendency to touch the sky with easy fingertips. Cascading strands of amber, coral, jet, burnt umber, falling past smooth throats, slim torsos, down to jaunty waists and...
by phoenix | Jan 24, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
in hospital Photographs of hospitals always look more prosaic than the real thing. The surreal nature of boredom and complete lack of stimulus is not really conducive to poetry. Any writing will come much later when the idea of being attached to the...
