The meadows and moss
are straw and sienna
eons of green blasted and 
bleached. We no longer count
the days, nothing is planted.

As you may have noticed, I have been writing more poetry and less FNM and music content lately.

So, I’ll add a few bits of published poems, and a few unfinished titbits too.

Here’s one of two recent efforts I’m very proud of. Both poems were published in a TS Eliott-themed issue of the acclaimed Abridged journal from Derry.

It is called The Last Sermon.

Rima Maroun / Adrian Harte