Alex Masonhope and gratitudefor the cold air and soothing sun for the disruption of broken red tiles for the barren trees full of unfulfilled promises for the murmur…Mar 12, 2018Mar 12, 2018
Alex Masonthe man with butterfly wingsthe suns calmly stroke his broken and exposed bodyMar 12, 2018Mar 12, 2018
Alex Masonthe stuff of dreamswill said to us: we are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep it made me think-smile imagining cloud…Mar 12, 2018Mar 12, 2018
Alex Masonburned out welcomeNot like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand…Mar 12, 2018Mar 12, 2018
Alex MasonBuried FeetThe neighbour’s house had been sparkling for hours. Lights swirled in the sky, obscuring stars that wished to shine as brightly as ever on…Mar 25, 2017Mar 25, 2017
Alex MasonWaking upI woke up, and I was running from a blast that had knocked me from my bed and my untrusting sleep. Debris flying everywhere, dusty rubble…Oct 12, 2016Oct 12, 2016
Alex MasonThe Old Woman Without A DogIt was one of those sad, misty evenings in Edinburgh. Those ones where you cannot feel the rain but you see it coming down by the light of…Sep 30, 2016Sep 30, 2016
Alex MasoninPoets UnlimitedAlways something left to loveThe wind died down After hours of sighing Of crying and blowingSep 23, 20161Sep 23, 20161
Alex MasonLet us flyI woke up this morning, and my room was a darkened amalgam of hazy shapes and muted colours. I knew if I reached out I would touch my desk…Sep 16, 2016Sep 16, 2016