[tabby title="Poem"] I saw her in the Maundy aisleof steady stream, robed city life,my viewpoint from cathedral stall.So short beneath the vaulted heights,but stature tall as gazed about,an eye caught from amongst the crowd,as sight, finite, felt infinity. I have...

[tabby title="Poem"] A hanging sheet of streaming rush,a ghyll, some other term there used,for falling water in cascade,forced torrent chute from tower height,with cloud from cauldron swirl in mix. While wet and ready in the rift,we feel the need for...

[tabby title="Poem"] Some juicy packs need friends about,with laughter dripping, dripping mash,strands and stringy orange pulp,sip slipware sliding uncontrolled,fruit of the spirit, fleshy stuff.It is no wonder there’s a blush,and hard stone hidden, brown in gold;of ways to eat a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Where are the semitones I need,the gentle climb, fall, steps of ease,stave, cleft and bar, spread manuscriptsaved by clear grace notes in the mix?Expensive sound is diverse thought,the grander vision, insight shared,community, both living, dead,the passing dreams, tomorrow’s...

[tabby title="Poem"] The baker’s hands, enfolding flour,in early hours of dusting clouds,with sweat of beating, oven power -full fruit of farmer’s toil in soil,and miller’s grinding at the wheel -work hours combined to harvest time,serve crusty pile of cottage loaves....