The Guttural Muse Late summer, and at midnight I smelt the heat of the day: At my window over the hotel car park I breathed the muddied night airs off the lake And watched a young crowd leave the discotheque. Their voices rose up thick and comforting As oily bubbles the feeding tench sentContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”
Daily Archives: September 4, 2006
As If the Fact that it’s Monday Isn’t Bad Enough
Requiscat in Pace. He was nuts, but I adored Steve Irwin.
Natalia A. 