2 little poems, the second unfinished March 11th, 2015 by Arthur Smth

And when I watch the news And when I watch the news I look not at the urgent reporter gabbling into the unfolding event trying so hard to see meaning in the mayhem but behind and above him at the chaotic mosaic of heads the angry men confirming the story in this hot dry place […]

Poem: Saturday in Athens September 14th, 2014 by Arthur Smth

Saturday in Athens   You can just  discern her, a faded imprint in the matinal shimmer a little shabbier than one might hope She sits and thinks and sits and thinks about her glorious heyday years (which all the world is still applauding) and wonders what will become of her…   But then as dusk […]

Oh Hazel February 25th, 2014 by Arthur Smth

Originally Published here: http://www.dementiablog.org/oh-hazel/ About 20 minutes into Arthur Smith sings Leonard Cohen (Volume 2) I speak a poem I have written that drastically shifts the mood of the show. Tonbridge, Kent Pulling up late after the party, they see her, their neighbour, standing in the street. She is looking, she says, for a lift to London. […]