Oxford: Dreams Inspired
-John Henry dips a toe into the warm waters of the Isis and Cherwell I once found, whilst strolling in Christchurch Meadow, a scrap of cardboard about the size of a playing card, lying discarded […]
-John Henry dips a toe into the warm waters of the Isis and Cherwell I once found, whilst strolling in Christchurch Meadow, a scrap of cardboard about the size of a playing card, lying discarded […]
With poetry making a come-back among the young we are arguably on the verge of a new literary era – or so we hope. Poetry is cheap, and explosive. So few words can expand the […]
I found him on the street: green, like camouflage, I almost overlooked him, among the brown October leaves by the gray sidewalk. One arm raised but the raised arm broken off at the shoulder; whatever […]
‘Who Does He Think He Is?’ O! A son of Albion gives birth to the sun of Venice And in doing so he gives heaven to the earth Wielding brushes of both magic and menace […]
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