PinnedJohn E MarksGérard Manley Hopkins SJOn this flaming day in June, with such beautiful pagan mountains rising all around, I felt your uncertain presence in this bastion of the…Dec 18, 20226Dec 18, 20226
PinnedJohn E MarksinThe LarkWaiting for NovemberHis headstone verses were writ in wineSep 23, 20216Sep 23, 20216
PinnedJohn E MarksThe unsaidWind cuts through this January night Slices like a knife through my meagre clothes. Signs on the road hidden by an iron fog The cry of…Feb 7, 20218Feb 7, 20218
PinnedJohn E MarksJohn Keats 31 October 1795– 23 February 1821Melancholy’s lack of zest written all over his palimpsest: to die at twenty-five to some will hardly seem to have been alive, but for…Apr 19, 20213Apr 19, 20213
John E MarksinThe Howling OwlThe end of the worldSupine: failing to act as a result of moral weakness.13h ago13h ago
John E MarksinThe Howling OwlHEART FOOD :JUDEE SILL(This poem is dedicated to the beautifully lyrical music of rapture and redemption, which this young Californian produced prior to her…14h ago14h ago
John E MarksDrinking where the river bed is dryCharlie and I walked our post-cancer walks Down this narrow stretch of green in the city For a full decade. We aged together But not like…4d ago4d ago
