Synopsis: This is a piece of Environmental poetry where Shakespeare shares with us what it is like being 'Down in the Dumps'. Concept Description: Using part of Shakespeare's Sonnet 29, I...

A visual poem without words ! A cursed soul tormented by dreams and visions of a possible disastrous future. Train footage by nicholas noble. http://www.youtube.com/user/nicholasnoble

i I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells, Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone . I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells And dances, love notes, babies of her own. But dare I wish...

My ship is waiting and I have to go. Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils And laundry baskets...

            

      'Truly the blessèd...

It's like in summer, when your throat is dry your lips draw tight, your lungs refuse the air, it's all you think about. You dread the sky. Your ears are singed. Your lids can't shield the...

You tutored me. Can still recite by rote the who and whom begats. On details drilled I mastered cues to quote the anecdote and when to laugh or sigh 'mid tales distilled of rogues revealed,...

 They rose and hand in hand toward home went on their way. lxv      They knew they wouldn't find that grafted tree When first the cherry orchard came at hand. But what a shock! No, how...

xi    And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack They piled up leaves and heather to begin A morning nap. Etain lay on her back Each finger yet...