Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth

Draughty Winds   Those minor things of no report - but I first found them there - make mark more than bedpost notch, and vivid, forty on. The old bus they drove us touring though southern states at war - grandiose white churches, some black guy cutting lawn.   Between gigs we slept coach seats, … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth

Winter Haiku (300-304)

By Thomas Page Oceans of the Moon Dressed in telescope's mirrors On morning windshields.   Frost melting like the Dawn into bright morning sun-- Apollo's Commute.   The fallen snow grays As it sees more of the day Which will destroy it.   The perennials Like the annuals Seem faded in the freezing breeze.   … Continue reading Winter Haiku (300-304)