PinnedInThe Mad RiverbyJohn E Marks·Nov 1Moon struckthe moon is white as a knuckle and terribly upset — PlathA response icon3A response icon3
PinnedJohn E Marks·Dec 18, 2022Gérard Manley Hopkins SJOn this flaming day in June, with such beautiful pagan mountains rising all around, I felt your uncertain presence in this bastion of the…A response icon7A response icon7
PinnedJohn E Marks·Feb 7, 2021The unsaidWind cuts through this January night Slices like a knife through my meagre clothes. Signs on the road hidden by an iron fog The cry of…A response icon9A response icon9
John E Marks·10h agoLANCASHIRE, NOVEMBERIn a thick gray death-soup, Their million Gold leaves metal and breathless. Plath.
InThe LarkbyJohn E Marks·16h agoSo Easily BrokenThe old bray of my heartA response icon1A response icon1
InThe Howling OwlbyJohn E Marks·1d ago29 May 1453–11 September 2001“Constantinople is a city larger than its renown proclaims. May God in his grace and generosity deign to make it the capital of Islam.”…
InCatharsis ChroniclesbyJohn E Marks·1d agoBridges of Silence1970 is as far away from now (2026) as it was from 1914A response icon1A response icon1
InThe Mad RiverbyJohn E Marks·3d agoBe-witchedThe whispers you hear in your ear that you fear in the air everywhere, they are ghostsA response icon1A response icon1
InCatharsis ChroniclesbyJohn E Marks·4d agoSomehow There’s BlueThis is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.A response icon6A response icon6
