painting: The Forest in Winter at Sunset by Théodore Rousseau, 1846 – 1867
poems: Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken
winter migrants by Tom Pickard
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painting: The Forest in Winter at Sunset by Théodore Rousseau, 1846 – 1867
poems: Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken
winter migrants by Tom Pickard
what we have is what there is and who we are
"skint valentine" Tom Pickard
skint valentine, Tom Pickard, 2017
"...a flint heart splint from rock/sparks flame to fire..." #tompickard #wintermigrants @Carcanet
Needless to say, I was left with quite a book hangover after finishing “Strangers and Brothers”; it really was a wonderful and absorbing story, and I was most invested in the characters. So knowing what to pick up next was really quite difficult… However, I still have a pile of books which I gathered as possibilities for #ReadIndies month, and one was a slim volume of poetry from Carcanet Press.…
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Today’s Poem
White Rose --Tom Pickard
you gave me a white rose put the lamp on the stove it caught fire the I Ching said thunder above the lake lightning in Baker Street
switched on the cooker and blew a fuse blue flash you see the whole experience is electric
A poem by Tom Pickard
White Rose
you gave me a white rose put the lamp on the stove it caught fire the I Ching said thunder above the lake lightning in Baker Street switched on the cooker and blew a fuse blue flash you see the whole experience is electric
Tom Pickard