A poem by HARRY OWEN On the dawn of a day chasing pay-cheques, 06:07 AM precisely, home he Staggers via Farringdon Station; sweaty back, shaky legs, face..

A poem by HARRY OWEN Deliciously dizzy sunswept afternoons Spent diving and dipping through dark red lagoons And searching and swimming through cosmical lakes Cause..

A poem by HARRY OWEN Hear: there is an opening Where rivers trickle, waters slow, Forgotten, far-flung, fringing wood. A slender isolation glows. Within that..