Poetry by individual poets

'The sky belongs to everybody and everybody belongs to the sky.

'My mother was an oak treemy dad a garage mechanicMy father was a field of wheatmy mother the Prime MinisterMy mother was an innkeeperand my father a lonely cactus.

The wild secrets of boyhood is where Lloyd Jones sets off in his first book of poetry; intoxicated with images, and invoking dream spaces where language is forever in play.

Más fuerte que absenta.