By Stephen Kingsnorth First Fall My chassis sashay unreturned - I cannot rise from weeding bed; where couch grass spread, snapdragon split, I’m splayed, pride punctured by the blades, and love-lies-bleeding in the tilth. It’s not the autumn, falling leaves - progressive failing of my limbs, dyskinesia taking hold and tremor shaking confidence, but garden … Continue reading First Fall and Other Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 