Author Archives: John E Vistic

Wot I think about. (sometimes) Pvc and cadillacs, toaster ovens, cheese, shetland island beaches buckets full of cream orangeade and lemons sunny days and rain mountains in midwinter caravans and planes girls and boys and plasticine honey bees and trees … Continue reading →

Whither Atrophy? Love is a Thing of Beauty A flower in the glade A beckoning beneath the window A truth still unmade Yet we who speak of her must know That committment to her cause is all The flower grows … Continue reading →