On the Demented Mountaintop
This poem came back to me during this last week, promoted due to the edge-of-the-seat election (not over until the …
Category Archives: Remarkable Verse and Prose From Earth Inhabitants.
Dusk
Going Blind by Rainer Maria Rilke (1918) (First translation) She sat just like the others at the table. But on …
The Cock-a-hoop Ghost
The cock-a-hoop ghost I can’t get WP to reblog this, so I’m pasting it and recommending a visit to …
Sometimes I feel it is my fate to chase you screaming up a tower
(I’m late so far as the theme, I know, sue me (if you can find me)).This poem made me laugh …
Devouring Diction
English Flavors by Laure-Anne Bosselaar I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the …
The Scullery Maid
Superb poetry from Mike Steeden here; my reblogs always beggar up so I’m pasting it along with the linkage to …
Illuminating souls across the aether
Cemeteries are high on Esme’s list of favourite places to visit (along with The Transgalactic Dutch Pancake House – each …
Illuminate Me.
*Attributed to Anton Chekhov – http://quoteinvestigator.com/2013/07/30/moon-glint/
Before you, The sun and the moon were paper-thin plates
You can feel the teeth of this one. Enjoy. Rime Riche – Monica Ferrell You need me like ice needs …
Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll
All hail the year as it stands, sits or lounges depending upon it’s ever altering moods. And to celebrate that …
The Moral of the Tail . . . Don’t Vex a Poet My Dear (Filth invovled)
Is it fair to judge a poet’s nature from their verses alone? Gaius Valerius Catullus (c.84 BC–c.54 BC) thought not, …
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows.
Sublime stuff, a wonderful lack of punctuation too. One huge expulsion of rawly charged air. Lovesong – Ted Hughes He …
Rest in stars Stephen.
The Moomins: Tove Jansson’s feminist legacy – Fillyjonks, Thingummy and Bob and Hattifateners aplenty.
Interesting article here about the writer Tove Jannson, a favourite of Esme’s from many a moon ago. I have all …
Oceans Remain a Kindly Blue Beside the Tattered Shores
Next a poem by a nobel winner no less, and one whose imagery I particularly enjoy. I hope you find …
I Wait Until Once More the Fascinating Ripping Takes Place
I found André Breton’s poems whilst peering into the depths of the aether during the darkest hours of the night …
