For my Dad, Ted Marks (1927–2021)

The high, Lapis Lazuli skies of flaming June
Are in absentia in damp and cold November;
For the patterns in the grass can not last.
And so we take the winding stair into the
High tower, above this land of forgetfulness
Where once upon a golden dawn good faeries
Danced a circle of rare delight within the sight
Of one John Mulligan who, on the last day of August
1938, according to the…



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John E Marks

John E Marks


I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can