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