By Stephen Kingsnorth Old Glories Grand Pop would coat with calamine, a paler pink, war painting art, with blue tats, stark veins, printed back, tempura fresco, Plato’s cave. Unfocussed, waving, rising glare, that shimmer shared by eagle wings, though, sleeping on this surfer strand, a factor needed, real ale slump: I hang back now while … Continue reading Old Glories and Other Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 