At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
Saturday, 24 February 2018
Monday, 12 February 2018
Iva's song - a poem by Chris Zachariou
our first days on earth:
the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,
her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden
the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,
her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden
Location:
Korea
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