Archive for October, 2016

  • Mark Redden

    Death of a naturalist

    - by Mark Redden

    Seamus is off now to the cold wet bog pen slung on shoulder strap good thick boots a shovel in…

  • Mark Redden

    Kite flyer

    - by Mark Redden

    up there on a kite of hunger empty  belly hocks and spits dreams far ahead to chase catch and wrestle…

  • Mark Redden

    Night Reading

    - by Mark Redden

    where is Beaudelaire? on horseback swolen eyed, chased by mortors cheek chiseled by serving years spinning delight, the fruit of…

  • Mark Redden

    National Geographic

    - by Mark Redden

    green, green, green a hill of patriot boots stacked outside the hindered explorers’ club

  • Mark Redden

    Thread

    - by TLA2016

    Alabaster Ariadne, her golden thread from dark stone to the light it led to a glade so green empty of strife, leaves and…

  • Mark Redden

    Florence

    - by Mark Redden

    I’ll never dance in santo spirito lost for words in the dome’s bright armour letters reach around giotto’s tower horses…

  • Mark Redden

    The saints bath

    - by Mark Redden

    walking in Wicklow awake in the woods absorbed in freckled yellow light, warm and dusty the colonial nave this enveloping…