Catherine Eisner

  babbling of birds the warbling of a brook then a five-barred thing The anti-haiku poet’s expression of a gnat horde composed in a fury of ...

            This Sunday morning             no church bells but the sound of             Tibetan wind chimes See also Three Haikus ...

I found my old diary the other day from the time I was living with my Aunt Lilian at Jay Mews SW7 behind the  Royal College of Art and  atte...

Skylarks but no sky. The river hems the dawn mist, a canvas unworked. Children roam in masks. In the shop window a sign, which r...