Snakeskin

  Once, as a child, an explorer, I saw a trace. Tucked between rows of stones in a stonewall lit by sunlight was a shiny near see-through snakeskin.   The fascinating fragile skin was equal to the thing, not a trace it was to me but as real as the snake it had contained.  ... Continue Reading →

Why poetry?

Why make time for poetry in your life?  Even when  I don't get around  to reading new poems,  poetry still accompanies me through remembering poems I have memorised over the years. Here is a brief list of reasons why poetry is worth your time. The language of poetry is not direct, the use of imagery,... Continue Reading →

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