“Lament For J Among the small graves a soft shaft of sunlight gently rains On a memory; etches, as a glittering finger,… — Alan James Roll Lament 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… — Alan James Roll Fire 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… — Alan James Roll Astronomy 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… — Alan James Roll Anachronisms Copy Share Image
