There’s a field of sunflowers, fertilised with blood and bone that’s fallen from the sky. A forensic crop, to be scrutinised for every seed of truth; felled from on high. There’ll be a harvest of […]

There’s a field of sunflowers, fertilised with blood and bone that’s fallen from the sky. A forensic crop, to be scrutinised for every seed of truth; felled from on high. There’ll be a harvest of […]
Once again, death rejoices a new grave, a soiled-over body, a buried soul; welcomes The Dead (Le Mort) to Hades’ cave; adds a fresh bag of bones to its countless toll. The spoils of victory […]
It’s claimed ‘the gun is innocent’ … guiltless; absolved of all responsibility. A much maligned artefact, mere witness to bloodshed … has no culpability. Left then to wonder, left in state of stun. ‘Pursuit of […]
. better so to listen, gentle of ear, . it’s their voice, not yours, that will make things clear. © Tim Grace, 5 October 2012 To the reader: The soft-counselling of a friend provides a safe […]
Pall of darkness on road to Damascus; It’s a sad indictment of light’s reform. The mood is tense and turning fractious; What says the message in this rising storm? They do not hear its thunder. […]
I have swept the path of last Summer’s leaves; it’s late April, so prepare the parade. Salute the fallen; sombre Autumn heaves a sigh; recalls the cover of green shade. Now, on my shoulder rests […]