‘God’s Funeral’: A Poem by James Sale
God’s Funeral "When George Eliot complimented Spencer on the lack of wrinkles on his forehead, he replied that nothing ...
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‘People Forget’: A Poem by James Sale
People Forget "Being unable to cure death, misery and ignorance, men have decided, in order to be happy, not ...
‘The 51st State’: A Poem by James Sale
The 51st State "A republic, if you can keep it." — Benjamin Franklin, attributed answer after the Constitutional Convention, ...
‘Then and Now’: A Sonnet by James Sale
Then and Now The gallery faces return: I name their names, These powers invading dreams, who being dead Are ...
‘Two-Tier Keir: Being a Short Account of a Trickster’: A Poem by James Sale
Two-Tier Keir: Being a Short Account of a Trickster He sought to be in politics--- _Self-virtued Dalai Lama. Instead, ...
jackdaw watches on friary gates unruffled darkness sifts through trees hiking in the rain silver fog slowly lifting island in…
Beautiful poem! So much so deftly encapsulated in fourteen lines. Where is home? For nomads it's there and here.
1 approaching the great alchemical change, forest emerald deepens 2 toddler running bare foot in clover: bumblebees scatter for safety…
What a lovely poem! I identify with your wanderings. Well penned!
Three entries for the 2026 Haiku Competition. I declare these poems are my own original work, written in the last…
