Nettle Soup A poem by N.L. Holmes Nettle Soup Tired of fighting the invincible invaders with their numbing stun-guns, I decide to eat them. Nettle soup is on the menu. Pick them gloved, boil them thrice – sounds like witch’s... Continue Reading →
Tides I A poem by N.L. Holmes Tides I Three hours from the sea,I hear the caustic hilarity of gulls,a make-the-best-of-it laughter. What else are birds to do who findthemselves so far from home?Follow the plow, the shoals of worms.... Continue Reading →
Deauville, New Year's Night A poem by N.L. Holmes Deauville, New Year's Night Lights fracture off rain-slick streetsin damp cold of night on the Channel.At the Beaux-Arts cream-cake of a casino,tall windows pour streams of goldinto the dark. Hotel restaurants... Continue Reading →
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