Category Archives: Vaughan Gunson

we eye each other up on the beach, a stand-off at fifty paces (or some twenty years): Perk n’ Proud             versus Slightly Saggy. I fall back, your round. we catch each other’s eye again as I stagger bent & small … Continue reading →

I try to stuff it down this poetry thing the light of a child, a rainbow stretched to black it wants everything if it could if it might be good,                                      which is always in doubt like leaving home, leaving to … Continue reading →

our dog is like Frank O’Hara      lover of gregarious freedom! we don’t want to train him — he’s untrainable half wild, like a Coltrane solo he takes free rein, takes it where it will go he barks at everyone he … Continue reading →