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Category Archives: Poems

Eight Days A Week

On Palm Sunday I learned that people love a donkey but popularity is ephemeral That a brand new hosanna is easier to sing than a broken alleluiah That an epiphany on a day of rest may go dark in the rest of the week   On Fig Monday Something came over me like a red […]

Middle Tint

  I had never heard of ‘Middle Tint’ Until you quoted John Ruskin, Observing how the finest of painters Devote most of their canvas to this   It sounds like an English village, Middle Tint, Or a prescription for new glasses, in fact, You write, it’s everything we take for granted Each ordinary day, this […]