Monthly Archives: August 2017

Table     Edip Cansever               Apologies, no room on the actual wall for all the lines A man filled with the gladness of living Put his keys on the table, Put flowers in a copper bowl there. He put his … Continue reading →

What if this road, that has held no surprises these many years, decided not to go home after all; what if it could turn left or right with no more ado than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin were … Continue reading →

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where … Continue reading →