Month: April 2022

• Revelation from an old poem

  The Top Hat, The Auctioneer, and The Lover It was there at the old village auction A decade ago, perhaps more. Infected I was with the vigour, Vivacity, vim and some ardour In the calm steady hands of the porter A gentleman’s felted top hat! The auctioneer eager for bids from the floor. He caught…

  Larry Winger

  April 1, 2022

  Ageing, From Despair, Poetry