What of the stanzas we never sing?

It was a silly conversation between myself and my mentor some 40+ years ago. We were sitting in his study just a few hundred yards off Princes Street in Edinburgh, and the conversation began quite serious concerning the “after life” but as it progressed with both of us trying to reach for words that didn’tContinue reading “What of the stanzas we never sing?”

…and longing, yes, this most of all;

Sitting on my desk and due to be returned to the library is Franny Choi’s book of poems The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On . I posted that poem a few weeks ago and today I will post a second choice.The poem Things That Already Go Past Borders, is really a seriesContinue reading “…and longing, yes, this most of all;”