Affection
I’ll always love
her,
If we lived
eternallyI would die for her.
Memories
I look to the past
being blind to the presentseeing no future
Diving
I’m tired of dying
As I die every
day...I just want to live.
Under-standing
I can teach
myself,
though I cannot learn
from itwhat others teach me.
Art
art reveals
torture,
self inflicted
punishmentthat does us no harm.
Anthony Ward tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of
laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary
magazines including The Faircloth Review, The Pygmy Giant, Jellyfish Whispers, Turbulence,
Underground, The Bohemyth, Torrid Literature Journal and The Weekenders,
amongst others.