Tag: Myth
Porta
As the poet strives to find his voice in the flow . . . of metre and rime, his early swagger is chipped away slowly by the triumphs and tragedies inherent in the nature of his work. This chipping away continues until he realises, to his astonishment, that he is not the source of his […]
The Helen Suite
I Amongst The Ruins Once the unbridled envy of Realms near and far, The ramparts of Sparta Are now Mere bronze age walls Walls bleak with soot And crumbling Walls surrounded By lemon groves unattended And overgrown {One-Beat Pause} En the aire of this storied place Dregs of memory beckon us To an ancient altar […]
Lupa Press 
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