The House of Cedar

Alex Maxwell Poem Kubili

The hooting of the owls, imperceptible shadow tumbling moonlight, sleek crosses stationed, lament the mounds, cresting in the spent redemption scent of cedar If these nocturnally alive tales, whispered were…

City Gulls Decent

Alex Maxwell Poem Kubili

Half cup of coffee, terse 3 am black on a new moon, besieged by crumbs Granite houses, murky eyes wait letter box news, with deserted drives A refuse truck, beeps…

Two Uncomfortable Hands

Alex Maxwell Poem Kubili

Two Uncomfortable Hands From the beginning we discover all the signs in stars, shine through yet, if the roads of life flow straight why do the caliginous minds bend These…

POEM KUBILI 63 – O MOTHER MOON

Alex Maxwell Poem Kubili

O MOTHER MOON She sings me sweetly, through the clouded veil as it falls down over her navigating pale ivory sombre face, O mother moon I have no need for…