Frank Corcoran

The usual slink .- Up to the 21. of December, stealth before solstice. No good poormouthing either about our bad seasonal myths , commerce and churches in cahoots. ( Nor will doing a Savonarola do – we done enough burning of people, trinkets, ideas, boats and aspirations and sighs ) . Huddle around the flame; keep home fires burning; ask not The Why; be silent as a radiated reindeer somewhere in North Finland . Advent is nigh, a beast slurring. 2013 tones will come in their own time. Put out the light, would you, when going out. Tomorrow is a new December dawn . Be not caught nor caught out, white head drowsing, your bushel unkicked away.