Postmarked from a Café

This greeting comes cold from the residue of morning, 3rd October. Last draff of coffee in the cup on a saucer that would rather be the stippled salver that serves red to passersby and those who scan the street for things to watch and then behold anthuriums for sale at the florist. “Paris” 2014 —Continue reading “Postmarked from a Café”

For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013

I was born of poetry on the underside where grey makes writing easier the printed side: too glossy. — I once read that those who buy poetry tend to be middle class, university educated women “of a certain age” (by this, the article implied over 50). Yet whenever I’ve been in Foyle’s on Charing CrossContinue reading “For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013”