Another non-poem about lockdown life in these cold days.
Líneas compuestas en insomnio a modo de ahuyentar a los fantasmas.
A new published poem by me in Visual verse, inspired by an image by Michael Easterling.
No-poesía diaria via Whatsapp.
The question these mornings of birdsong
I woke up this morning thinking/T.S. Eliot had no clue
We should have known it well
A poem in draft form.
After Éluard and Cave.
With apologies to Walt Whitman.
A new attempt at a poem.
A Christmas Day poem. Unedited.