The Poet in the City at the end of the World (for Omar) He looks out from A window that isn’t there, To a cake mix of buildings and bodies To be sifted This place was paradise once before the rifle crack And the dirge of the drone. © Bernard Pearson

Cover of a remarkable collection of poems by my dear friend Omar Sabbagh may he stay safe to write wonderful poetry for years to come

up to a point Lord Copper 1

Z A speaking tube of thunder Rattles the old Gods In the window Strip lightning flashes across the Styx No one dares undress Until The stage curtain of night falls again like the squat of a mother hen. © Bernard Pearson

HAIKU I am become night beneath the mulberry tree Where crickets sing. Bernard Pearson

‘Irregular migration into UK and large European countries is same as 2008, research shows’ All that howling & manufactured outrage, irregular migration at the same levels as 2008. www.theguardian.com/world/2024/o...

Irregular migration into UK and large European countries is same as 2008, research shows

Despite hostile political discourse about migrants, the numbers are steady, at less than 1% of total population

Leaf by Leaf at Oswestry Makers Market today a good day selling our books

I'm sure your right was n't it him also in The Spanish Gadener with Dirk Bogarde ?

Yes in a way he was made to play Prospero, I should think he was a brilliant Lear don't know if he played him