‘The Estuary’: A Poem by Jeff Eardley
The Estuary —at the “seaside” resort of Southport, England, where the sea is always miles away I must have ...
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‘The Royal Arse Hortillery’: A Poem on the Spoonerism, by Jeff Eardley
The Royal Arse Hortillery Behold the English army as it marches off to war, Where the musket balls do ...
1. Autumn light skims ink— Through a lens, one printed dot Fine teeth fringe the edge. 2. Cold November rain—…
don't talk about spring shut up and let me listen to the birds' fresh songs summer's golden glow fading in…
morning summer breeze jumping on the trampoline a child's dream so high inside the temple a peaceful white-fronted goose blossoms…
Stalin and Lenin get off easy in Hollywood, probably because so many left-wingers work there, but it works because our…
Pristine powder snow Hundreds of happy skiers Avalanche triggered
