Lex Runciman: Two Poems for Two Poets
Madeline, mother of poems, bright flowers
This day wild on your desk, bless you your sky
That does not let go. Your St. Ursula of bilocation
And irony, bless us here and bless us again there.
June 27, 2024 · 9 Comments
Lex Runciman: News from Kyev
…bombs
explode in streets, on rooftops, through windows,
doorways. Statues have toppled.
March 9, 2022 · 3 Comments
Lex Runciman: Coast Morning Not a Painting
The upper third color field
is all tin flash, ocean blue shoulders and tics.
That wide mid-brown crossed by shine is sand
and fresh water going home.
January 18, 2022 · 4 Comments
