Poetry

Old

I am retired But I am not Tired (not all the time, anyway) I will go to a care home soon Where I will be cared for If I’m lucky But I still care And [… read more ]

Poetry

STAR POems: Horizon

At a head-stroke  you sail along sound waves  throat travelling to some  rainbow’s end in your  voice-box-boat.    We calibrate vibrations  in Hertz. At 25 – 50,  the frequency of purrs:  the same tremor of [… read more ]