A PLACE FOR SIDEWAYS TRAINS OF THOUGHT
© Photo Copyright Walter Baxter Listen to the poem here In early winter every year the starlings in their hundred thousands come to Rome. They populate the branches of the trees from where their shit rains down in abundance and unceasingly. Umbrellas must be opened as you rush across the road, weathering their excremental storm. They... Continue Reading →
(Listen to the poem here) Swaying in his walking mother’s arms The two-year old is studiously Extracting strands of moonlight From her long and precious hair. Phillip Hill 2017
And the long road ahead, I go to bed And the long road ahead, I go to bed Google Translate is amazing when it works. Unfortunately, it only works about half of the time. Even more unfortunately, unless you already know the languages you are trying to translate, there is no way of knowing... Continue Reading →
Whenever I open an anthology of English poetry this is always one of the first poems I turn to. I love its rhythms. I also think that, although we know nothing about Mistress Margaret Hussey, thousands of people down the centuries after having read this poem have thought they would have liked to meet her.... Continue Reading →
(Listen to the poem here) Après le repas à Oaxtepec le patron du restaurant nous dit d’un air de satisfaction agaçant que toute sa viande vient du Texas. Je trouve que ce n’est pas normal de manger tellement hormonal. Au Mexique on trouve partout des traces olmèques, toltèques, aztèques, mixtèques, mais qu’en est-il... Continue Reading →