Author: Rookling
Six Poems of a Season Pt VI “Gravity”
This poem was distributed in December 2020 in the last edition of the year's letter series, Raven Mail. GRAVITY I hunt between the streetlamps nightly cries of ghosts in…
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Six Poems of a Season Pt. IV “All Eyes Other”
This poem was distributed in October 2020 as the fourth of the letter series, Raven Mail. ALL EYES OTHER Now all your childhood castles are with worries overgrown, and…
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Six Poems of a Season Pt. V “The Corned-Beef Key”
This poem was distributed in November 2020 in the fifth edition of the letter series, Raven Mail. THE CORNED-BEEF KEY The man that checks his weather app & not…
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Six Poems of a Season Pt III: “Blessing”
This poem was distributed in June 2020 in the third edition of the letter series, Raven Mail. BLESSING Pain be your daylight when you walk the sunless valley, Pain…
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Six Poems of a Season Pt. II “The Prophet & the Girl”
This poem was distributed in July 2020 in the second edition of the letter series, Raven Mail. THE PROPHET & THE GIRL A bright hot day by a sunburnt…
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Six Poems of a Season Pt. I “Grievance”
This poem was distributed in June 2020 in the first ever edition of the letter series, Raven Mail. GRIEVANCE Young life takes leave. A loved young soul, when loved…
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Small Windows Pt VI: Priesthood in a guitar case
No wild post-show outings, nothing racier than a cool Pils or two, and never before singing . No tour bus bouncing to country-rock screamers - only the decorum of the Inter-City Express and flat skies, flat lands, a novel and a notebook.
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Small Windows Pt. V: Strange encounters of the German kind
Seven o'clock start, six hours on the Bummelzug or "Slouch-train", and five episodes of a pleasant railway comedy drama that is German through-and-through.
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Small Windows Pt. IV: Drifting in the silence
Silence is like solitude. The absence of noise and the absence of company are not an accident. They must be allowed to settle.
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Small Windows Pt. III: Good omens, small comforts
A thousand-mile journey begins with a single step, so you might as bloody well get that first step right. Fingers crossed the weather's fair, too. But even if you do and it is, there's no guarantee of safety or success.
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