Christmas: Poetry or Prose?

Christmas: Poetry or Prose?

Christmas Eve! Five Hundred poets waited, pen Poised above paper, for the poem to arrive, bells ringing. It was because The chimney was too small, because they had ceased to believe, the poem had passed them by on its way out into oblivion, leaving the doorstep bare...
Need a Window?

Need a Window?

In darkness the poet needs a window ‘You speak as though No sunlight ever surprised the mind Groping on its cloudy path.’ ‘Sunlight’s a thing that needs a window Before it enters a dark room. Windows don’t happen.’ So two old poets,...