Home’s Kid (For Glenn) (Dale Harcombe Poems)
This time I know I will never see him again. For a time he played the game, like a child ...
This time I know I will never see him again. For a time he played the game, like a child ...
The hushed dark hugs the streets. Somewhere a cat snaps the silence. Dogs begin to bark, like a pack moving ...
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before ...
Your ears will never hear sounds that to me are ordinary as air. From the hour that you were born ...
Frail as smoke, she drifts through the crowded train, bringing with her the cold ashes of poverty. Without a word, ...
All week, in this rented house, sea spray and whispers of wind weave through the eucalypts, like a Sondheim melody. ...
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