I made a comment yesterday, that it would be a moment of great disrespect to write a poem about a moment of beauty in the spring. Back in the 1980s, we were […]
Walk With the Earth, Then Fly
Playing With Colour
The poet Goethe wanted to be forgotten for his poems (in the running for the greatest in the German language) and remembered for what he said about colour. He said a lot […]
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