Fado-poem by James Walton

a wine glass hums to the memory of your laugh lost my tongue in your pomegranateness aromas are veils of languages over rooms no longer familiar with dialects where short sheeted restlessness scries out vague tunes a foreigner in the streets of our house the portuguese guitar summons hands to hallelujah earrings stirred for a pic that unplayed chord knows Poem by James Walton Drawing by Janne Karlsson