Glenn McPherson
soon I will check for mail next door a couple fighting guitar strings sounding now summer clouds returning without colour
soon I will check for mail next door a couple fighting guitar strings sounding now summer clouds returning without colour
by GLENN MCPHERSON Three lousy pumpkins off three vines, for winter. Smoke won’t make up its mind. This morning We found a waterhole no-one has drowned In yet. There was a flat stone that the poor-man Who sleeps rough, further…
by GLENN MCPHERSON When bones Wash up On rocks, At the world’s edge There are distances We are Without. Dolerite- Headed thoughts Have stood here So long, unuttered. Fire does not move The way wind Moves ocean Where a dancing…