Easter 2016

I saw a man the other day

to my surprise

suspended from a single dot

floating in the sky.

He was attached to it

by hands and feet

nailed through. He looked

dreadfully contorted.

Perhaps the dot had fallen off

some broken line or other… Continue reading Easter 2016

The Emperor travels to Piedmont

The last Emperor of Constantinople is still wandering Europe, hiding in huts and caves, bedding down beside the motorways, seeking cover, night after night, beside our continent’s frontiers all dressed out these days in barbed wire.

Perhaps he seeks a new city, a new way of being, a way worthy of our race … Continue reading The Emperor travels to Piedmont

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