by Sofia Kioroglou
In today’s world, creation means destruction
Unravelling time-honored values means fixing
bombing for the sake of peace charitable work
By strangling free speech, you create a monster
which you then call a Savior, a misnomer
for troubling your own house
We have returned, I’ve been on holiday to the not-so-frozen north of Scotland and you’ve probably been doing something awfully exciting as well.
That all pales into insignificance now, because we’re here and ready to go with the November edition of good-old Winamop.
Off we go!
KJ Hannah Greenberg turns her hand to poetry for us this month. We start with Tomorrow’s Bleak, Worry-Woven Landscape then No More Notice and to finish we go Home, to Jerusalem.
Sofia Kioroglou brings us just one short but powerful poem this time. It’s called A Monster. You can decide who fits the description..
J.B. Pick’s little books of poetry were always a highlight at this time of year. He isn’t here to write them any more so here are a few poems from the 2007 edition called Evening Light.
Well that’s all we have for you this time. I hope you’ll come back and find Winamop bursting with goodness in our Christmas edition.
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Bye for now.