"The Squint-eyed Kid" Up to His Ears in It

In this, the latest chapter of the Kid's continuing saga, we find him in the guise of Icarus Falling, as he forgets to remember a poem by Robert Creeley on a bridge over troubled waters; though it's a rewritten rerun, it's well worth another read, just to remind us that poetry, booze and speed do not mix well with nightingales.

Divine Accommodation

God has a heart so big it holds
Everything he’s taken away.

Definitely Not Lemmings #20

It's a pleasure to welcome one of my former English students as DNL #20; Vicky is currently studying Journalism at Panteio University, Athens.

Old Woman Bearing Flowers

Black-clad,

White-haired octogenarian
Has just picked some

Purple lilac
And one red

Rose from the road-
Side a goodly way

Distant and is now
Bringing them back

Home to where
Who knows what

Memories await her.

Sweet Smell of Success

My, isn’t it pretty to think that

The stench men have made of
The world will one day

Dissipate and disappear,
And leave us smelling

Like a rose.