Allen Ginsberg: Sunflower Sutra
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
July 26, 2020 · 5 Comments
Wendy Cope: Flowers
Look, the flowers you nearly bought
Have lasted all this while.
February 13, 2020 · Leave a comment
Karen Friedland: A Prayer for Rough Sleepers
Someone, give us the strength
to survive this particular onslaught
of cell-death and other indignities
December 16, 2019 · 3 Comments
Iman Chahine Sharba: God of Dreams
God passed away empty handed
But with regret
And like a sly boy
Broke with his shoe
the last dry loaf of bread.
November 27, 2019 · 2 Comments
William Blake: Ah, Sunflower
Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun
July 26, 2019 · 2 Comments
Michael Simms: Our Father who art in flowers
Our Father who art in me
You are the One I love
The One who hurt me
The One who seeks the truth
June 16, 2019 · 9 Comments
