Bob Gearing

Bob Gearing yearns to create the space in a busy life to write poetry more often than currently possible. He also looks forward to having the time to be more succinct ... and poetic.

Surreal, were it not Real (Sydney, 05:09, 22/03/2020)

Fine sand bakes, unshadowed, on Bondi Beach in the mid-day sunshine. The Kaaba is deserted; desultory knots linger at the Western Wall. Lonely footfall sends metallic echoes down the steps at Waterloo station. Redundant car horns on 5th Avenue; a …

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