Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
Moistened in Marseille
A summer in Marseille, my head held underwater by a young woman from Cassis, who taught me French immersion.
Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
My Drunken Sober Coat
In conversation I was immersed, But also in gin, having had it spilled Over my sober coat by a clumsy poet Wearing an artistic shirt, as
Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
Tell-Tale Tales the Heart Insists on Retelling
The heart possesses myriad tales to impart — tell-tale tales, if you will — narratives that reach deep within the chest, seize hold of one's
Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
The Lay-Down of the Southdown Sheep
The grey Southdown sheep, driven down from the Downs, trudge over the downland towards old Brighton Town.