Author: John Montague

Two fish float: One slowly downstream Into the warm Currents of the known The other tugging Against the stream, Disconsolate […]

I’ll tell you a sore truth, little understood It’s harder to leave, than to be left: To stay, to leave, […]

My love, while we talked They removed the roof. Then They started on the walls, Panes of glass uprooting From […]

A feel of warmth in this place. In winter air, a scent of harvest. No form of prayer is needed, […]

There are days when One should be able To pluck off one’s head Like a dented or worn Helmet, straight […]