Lineage may muck up but here's a peek, Pat:
Contents
Negotiating with Management 5
The grip 6
Things I have stolen 8
Childsplay 10
Leaving Lynn in the lurch 11
Crossroads 12
The Culcairn Pub 14
Blue 15
Unmarked Man 16
at 93 18
modern funerals 19
sparrow with emphysema 20
Awakenings 21
Mon Oncle 22
No one lived 23
Bridges 24
Bulrushes 26
Song Cycle of The Magpies 27
Surrounded by Competents 28
The last time 29
Walking into myself 30
Rue des Teinturiers
Stepping into Rue des Teinturers
my eyes are drawn to the massive,
mossy, slow-turning wooden
spoked wheel, churning dark
canal water, then ahead, to the
deliberate steps of a woman
with full shopping bag in either
hand, proceeding down the middle
of the crazy-cobbled Avignon street.
Skewed cafe chairs and detritus
clog narrow footpaths on either side.
The driver of a mini-bus, stacked
with sitters, inches along patiently
behind. Bus, woman, wheel,
roll on, urgentlessly.
Cheers,
Bill
On 20/12/2014, at 5:24 AM, Patrick McManus wrote:
> Hi Bill is it possible to peek inside?
> P peekily
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Bill Wootton
> Sent: 19 December 2014 08:07
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Crossroads
>
> Afternoon. If anyone would care to to dabble at bocabel.com, you will find a
> copy of my first chapbook, Crossroads, which credits poetryetc some, only
> sorry Doug, you have been mis-spelled as a tress lopper.
>
> Most of the poems have come off their training wheels after surviving the
> poetryetc grill. Sing out if you strike any glitches; the new site seems to
> work OK in Australia, even though it deals in $US through PayPal.
>
> Hoo roo,
> Bill
>
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