OUR CATEGORY : Barry Pomeroy

The Taste of Mud

Four years now since I walked here, four years and I had forgotten things I thought I never would. The city is deceptively calm, and I find myself glad that below the streets lies a hundred feet of primordial mud, glad that nothing can stir there, where I have begun to suspect–I hesitate to admit–something […]


I picture you fleet on the canal, now that winter’s heavy coat and scarf covers your light frame. Do you, surrounded by beauty and diversity in this incredible array feel in your quiet way spoken for, or that you had nothing to say? With a sudden, sweet turn of the head you express in a […]