Sailing Barges off Southend – Adrian Green

Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown mellow with antiquity. With names…

Pink Champagne (for Digby Fairweather) – Adrian Green

Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker’s music trading eights in syncopated synergy from Dixieland to Rock ‘n’ Roll,…

Mirror – Adrian Green

There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No portrait hidden away becoming skeletal…

Luna Lake Haiku – Adrian Green

New moon on the lake. Your voice and the nightingale serenade springtime. Full moon on the lake. Your voice and the waterbirds celebrate summer. Old…

Bluenote Time – Adrian Green

in the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch of lips while on the…