Sipping of Modern by Leigh Jordan

Sipping of Modern When I say poetry You think of the slender neck of the giraffe Reaching into exotic sky Tasting fruit taboo Stepping back into the Modern When I say dawn Crimson or hazy apricot You see the sun Continue reading Sipping of Modern by Leigh Jordan

Heraclitus The Obscure & Pecking Order by Leigh Jordan

Heraclitus The Obscure there is no return in the keening of the thrush the peeling of bells ……while buds in promise blush spiders cast a virgin moon kisses fall from spring ……and shall i gentle breathe unfold delicately, tease whisper Continue reading Heraclitus The Obscure & Pecking Order by Leigh Jordan

Six poems by Leigh Jordan

Join without Form ( after fishing at Saint-Maries-de-la-Mer) Let us make love join without form within the folding of the flesh within the shadow of the blush and I will tease the fish will not disturb the water will bring Continue reading Six poems by Leigh Jordan