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 ]



By Richard Salsbury. Shame you couldn’t make it. Yeah, I’m not usually into that sort of thing either, but don’t you ever wonder what happened to everyone? Teachers are a lot greyer, like you’d expect. [… read more ]