A poem by Andrew F Giles

    Monsoon Then – as diamonds – stratospherical broadcasts, cast out live across the sea. His homeland glinted, dressed up in bijouterie, but – held to the light – the faultlines of el último respiro. Breathed in, the elements became fast, masters of magical acts: somehow, on a back street of history – blockaded, impassable – he had joined the chapter of the wave, … Continue reading A poem by Andrew F Giles

A poem by Andrew F Giles

  Astrology You’d ordered it, the sky – unpacked it at dawn, decanted the moon into your hipflask: the things we are led to believe   stars grown in sleeves like flowers, signs in a scrapbook, as in science.   The stratosphere arches its humpback, that much is true, yawns massively                                 black, blue, throws suns across the … Continue reading A poem by Andrew F Giles