quarter turn of a century can't relieve this quandary; what run across our puerile minds, raising up these woollen blinds? perhaps another season; two to find for us a useful clue we stand upon a smouldered wreck in this our unenviable trek from these ashes phoenixes arise
from its inception alongside numerous other poetry sites, we have traversed life and the web - some of these sites are no longer, and those that remain aren't what they used to be