ANTI-RHYTHM

I was panning out for the circus from the driving window as one does in another town, and I saw a woman shuffling her heavy feet on the squa...

Will distance kill the flame That flickered from pole to pole And came to wax at home Where it found a brighter light? Can time delete the t...

A free flick of cunning hand Cuts out the fullness of her heart Each colour shows a crazy strand Her every leap in the dark is art The ...

Whatever happens We're all here on a lease And we'll all be evicted In a year or two or seventy

Salsa is wonderful to watch! Guapea, Pa’l Medio, Sombrero, Gancho; one hundred salacious steps, sudden flicks, fluid twirls, swirling skirts...

The rain lashes the street And fills up my shoes Happiness crashes through my heart And longing loads my soul

At what fine point in God’s priceless time should a woman gallantly recognise that she’s hauling a hideous hairstyle on her head? Should she...