The Reunion

By John Page I walk through the graveyard of St. Imes. It is late at night but I prefer the dark. It makes the loss seem less real. I have not come here in a long time--the pain was too raw. I reflect on how I desperately miss her. It is not fair how she … Continue reading The Reunion

Poems by Fabrice Poussin

Thoughts   He described it as a warm day in winter end of times for the abandoned shell upon a beach in the sand of a broken glass.   She was resting beneath the waves her eyes seared with a star’s mockery a slow pulse mimicking what remained of her memories.   No longer did … Continue reading Poems by Fabrice Poussin