Inspired by posts on Vishesh's and Subbu's blogs
The wise man nods
At my words.
Alas,
He sleeps.
The light tinkle
of this yellow brook.
I shake
the last drops off.
Is Godot really dead?
I ask him
He stares silently
Holding the milk-can.
In praise of the Father Brown mysteries
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You might think that as a non-believer I’d be somewhat irritated by GK
Chesterton’s Father Brown stories – or put off by the little
priest-detective’s ma...
1 day ago
1 comment:
Lovely.
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