...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...