The Garden Out of Dust. Askew with Disproportionate Lore

I stood there letting my breath out

No bird or human registered the mist of my mouth

To say

Unclear is this to me.

Clearly, couldn’t you see

There are

No more

Words belonging only to me

I wrote the above after “meeting” for the first time a short, intimate poem entitled Songs by Langston Hughes. I wrote it out of not knowing how to begin, how to introduce this special collection of mine, a hundred and eight poems, that is about to be officially out.

Needless to say, how absolute delight it would be if you had a wish to read it, in which case I post the links below. The publication date is the 24th of April, which falls on St. George’s Day (England).

Available at Waterstones

Available at Amazon