by Joe Winter | Nov 14, 2019 | Orpheus in Kolkata, Poems
Kali’s Shadowto R.I saw her on a river-bed.The current brimmed on the dry sand.The summer water rose to airimmense, all-lightening, everywhere.Her laughter bathed me. I could bearthe drought no longer in my days.I stayed no longer on dry land.The air was full of words...
by Joe Winter | Nov 14, 2019 | Orpheus in Kolkata, Poems
RuthWhere, where are you, my friend? Out on a journey.Let me say thankyou for – what is this? Let me say thankyoufor being my friend. So. In a silence of friendshipwordless we travel, timelessly, for the last...
by Joe Winter | Nov 14, 2019 | Orpheus in Kolkata, Poems
BridieOut of an Irish farm she flew to England,a wild Flanagan girl. A meteor shonefor the next 80 years. Where is that lightfrom Lisdoonvarna now? And all the words...
by Joe Winter | Nov 14, 2019 | Orpheus in Kolkata, Poems
John Gwynn headmaster Some leaders are loud, and given to not hearing; their way with staff is a mere ego-trip of distancing, or else obsequious nearing: and that is all their art of leadership. I speak of schools. But some are given to headship as if to undertake a...
by Joe Winter | Nov 14, 2019 | Orpheus in Kolkata, Poems
Mother for Angela My mind is theirs but not theirs: one and all, light shapes that come and go, and leave no mark. Across the meadow of my age they fall, the shadows of my darlings, till the...
by Joe Winter | Nov 14, 2019 | Orpheus in Kolkata, Poems
World News Headlines What is within us? Irredeemably pagan, a heart of monsters. The red mist does not move and God’s a trick of light. For who could love Grendel, and Grendel’s mother, and the...
