Mark the passing of the year on the park circuit, by the leaves on the tree - or on the ground - and by the colour of the cygnet feathers. My companions have grown up, and so I have I.
November 13, 2016
November 13, 2016
The Nighthawk | #CapturedInWords
I came to meet a nighthawk As the moon it swelled to its fullest fill Heavy, held aloft on the shoulders of the horizon As it r...
November 06, 2016
Observations from China #2 | #CapturedInWords
Along the snarling mountain roads of Anxi County, pumpkins, gourds, squashes and marrows grew haphazardly; tumbling from shed tops, gna...
November 03, 2016
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock | #CapturedInWords
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, thr...
October 30, 2016
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