Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldIf I Could SayIf I could say, I would confide the selves I show, the selves I hide; what I see in others and hope to find.May 6, 2020May 6, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldMagicDo you believe in Magic? No, no not logic — that’s tragic; I mean magic. That instant when some sort of sleight of hand makes two people…May 4, 2020May 4, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldAphasiaEven if my mind will fade, And lost in labyrinth of everglade, There back amongst the moss and trees Are more precious unknown mysteries.May 1, 2020May 1, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldMorningOn mornings like these, when rarely I have peace, Have a few moments to hug to sleep’s familiarity, Feel rested and warm beneath the soft…Apr 30, 2020Apr 30, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldTo the GreenFor one whose eyes ceaselessly seek The gleam of new, novel and sleek That which is green has much to teach Never novel, only newness to…Apr 30, 2020Apr 30, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldAnd AfterCome take me and bake me and meld me and make me, and after the flame fragile glass I will be.Apr 27, 2020Apr 27, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldIt’s TheIt’s the diametric delicacy of scale in balance, It’s the wobbling wiggle of top in circular trance, It’s the random wriggle of tilting…Apr 26, 2020Apr 26, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldSomething about SundayThere’s something now about Sunday mornings I felt it when I woke on one, and restless at heart, Took a long walk, aiming loosely for a…Apr 25, 2020Apr 25, 2020
Adam FifieldinAdam FifieldAutumn LoveSecond hand slides and turns ‘round, Drifting leaf spins and twirls to ground, Thinning mist curls and swirls around, Arc of wave curves…Apr 24, 2020Apr 24, 2020
