EDWARDIANJACKAL

...feet's grounded as if static and stilled in marble grace rooted again, no longer looséd upon spring's alighted stage head ringing with...

Bold lines, forceably leading you about my immensity - only first a thought! The ancient seat of global power and might - who could have...

"Ajaccio - The Tower" - a poem We faced the sea Cold, black wind tearing at our face 'We must be up at dawn. We do not await the sun We...