Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Their leaves of grass* emerge and fade;with windblown rustling tongues converse.The grove has grown throughout the universe,spreads everywhere its pleasant living shade;creating north south east and west (the fierce, unending struggle to be best);relentlessly growing.The variety is unimaginable,the sameness unknowingand … Continue reading
There’s a lot to be said for a balanced worldstable and well-fenced-in,that plays early that prays lateand industriously fills the within. This world’s a strange place to find one another with alien flesh labelled father and mother.Flesh is just dustin … Continue reading
You can’t go through the ceiling? You are holding onto the settee. You can’t go through the Eye of the Needle? You are a fully loaded camel. You come to a fork in the road and cannot decide whether to … Continue reading