Hazy halos hang
Between bare brackish branches
Murky mists make myths
14th November 2020
Author: Ben Dwyer
13th November 2020
And what will remain
Of the things we do and say
In a thousand years?
12th November 2020
When all you have left
Are memories, cling on tight
Never let them go
11th November 2020
Old questions expel
From every crook and nanny
Derelict puzzles
10th November 2020
Some days slowly slide
Into dreams from somewhere else
Gently slip away
9th November 2020
Through our father’s fields
We will follow every path
Crooked and oblique
8th November 2020
Suffocating fug
Creeping between chinks and cracks
I seal myself in
7th November 2020
When the scythe comes down
And severs the world in two
Time himself stands still
6th November 2020
Four walls and a roof
A solid comfortable trap
Adventure awaits
5th November 2020
Hope dawns unbidden
With a blue moon exigent
So I try again
