“Lament For J Among the small graves a soft shaft of sunlight gently rains On a memory; etches, as a glittering finger, Golden corn field hair, ignites eyes sweet as the seas blue plains, Traces lips pink as Marys carnation… — Alan James Roll Copy Share Image
“Look up, greet sparks of fire with salted eyes, For he’s a burning atmospheric sigh: One blaze of liquid flame on midnight sky, Soft orbital decay, and last goodbye.” — Alan James Roll Copy Share Image
“Lament For J Among the small graves a soft shaft of sunlight gently rains On a memory; etches, as a glittering finger, Golden corn… — Alan James Roll Copy Share Image
“Look up, greet sparks of fire with salted eyes, For he’s a burning atmospheric sigh: One blaze of liquid flame on midnight sky, Soft… — Alan James Roll Copy Share Image
“Death of a Carpenter And look: Beneath a crown of blood red thorns, A light wanders through now phosphorous hair; Whipped body bleeds stars… — Alan James Roll Copy Share Image
“How many like her were out there? People to whom the twenty-first century was a foreign landscape. No bright tomorrows for this lot, they… — Alan James Roll Copy Share Image
