by Jack Clemo I will not kiss you, country fashion, By hedgesides where Weasel and hare Claim kinship with our passion. I care no more for fickle moonlight: Would rather see Your face touch me Under a claywork dune-light. I want no scent or softness round us When we embrace; We could not trace ThereinContinue reading “A Calvinist in Love”
Author Archives: Robin
Nowhere to Nowhere
by BJ Omanson When they sold off the farm she took the child and took a bus out of town — as for him, with everyone gone, with everything grim; he opened a pint of bourbon, piled pictures, letters and clothes in the yard, doused them with kerosene, struck a match and watched as theyContinue reading “Nowhere to Nowhere”
Hair and gone with a quick snip
This afternoon I feel like Samson, not when he slew the lion with the jawbone of an ass but as he was after Delilah gave him a swift back and sides and robbed him of all his strength. Yes, I have had my first haircut since lockdown began. I didn’t even have to leave theContinue reading “Hair and gone with a quick snip”
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just likeContinue reading “Still I Rise”
A Death Song
by William Morris What cometh here from east to west awending? And who are these, the marchers stern and slow? We bear the message that the rich are sending Aback to those who bade them wake or know. Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay, But one and all if they must duskContinue reading “A Death Song”
From Moggies to Jags and more
I have always liked cars. Note well the terminology – “liked” NOT “loved” because I am not a petrol head seeking to gain an image through the vehicle I use to get around. Cars are a useful means of getting around. Faster and safer than a pushbike. Faster and safer than a motor scooter (notContinue reading “From Moggies to Jags and more”
Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers
by Jonathan Swift Ye poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garret haste; Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born, Not yet consign’d to paste; I know a trick to make you thrive; O, ’tis a quaint device; Your still-born poems shall revive, And scorn to wrap up spice. Get all your verses printed fair,Continue reading “Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers”
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
by Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! They’d advertise — you know! How dreary — to be — Somebody! How public — like a Frog — To tell one’s name — the livelong June — To an admiring Bog!
The girls I have loved and lost
The Sixties is a country far, far away. It is a land where once we lived and loved, danced and sang, dined and drank. I certainly remember a lot of dancing and drinking, girls and music. Different music for different girls. Hazel was the Troggs – Hi hi hi Hazel, although any Troggs number willContinue reading “The girls I have loved and lost”
My Boy Jack
by Rudyard Kipling “Have you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When do you think that he’ll come back?” Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. “Has any one else had word of him?” Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.Continue reading “My Boy Jack”
Robin's Nest 