Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury
Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury When the day ends, she goes for a walk. She breathes in the autumn: How
Every Day Poems
Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury When the day ends, she goes for a walk. She breathes in the autumn: How
Silence of the Seabirds by Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. Perhaps we were born into water We skim bodies with
Chris Lawrence born 64, lives in an English seaside town of West Kirby writes poetry and stories his most recent publication was in Zygote In My Coffee he can be reached on Twitter @clawfish
Consider This by Henry L. Mortimer Jr. Some animal, some low beast has done me a favor: it tipped over
Preludes by T. S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.
The Dance at the Pheoenix by Thomas Hardy To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone, His
Drinking Alone in the Moonlight by Li Po (or Li Bai) Under the flowering trees, with a bottle of wine,