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…·1 min read·Dec 18, 2022--6--6
PinnedJohn E MarksinThe LarkWaiting for NovemberHis headstone verses were writ in wine·1 min read·Sep 23, 2021--6--6
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…·1 min read·Feb 7, 2021--8--8
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…·1 min read·Apr 19, 2021--3--3
John E MarksinScuzzbucketA cloudy day in early May in old England(for my father & to all his warrior-comrades)·1 min read·1 day ago--1--1
John E MarksinScuzzbucketRadix malorum est cupiditasTortured by how life could have been the silent scream lifts her off her feet: ill-luck, tough-times, bad-choices some had the benefit of…·1 min read·3 days ago----
John E MarksBeetle DriveHeadscarf on tight, as if stuck down with araldite, she shuffled into the church hall on this raw, black evening her lipsticked lips…·1 min read·6 days ago----