David Felix is a youthful septuagenarian English visual poet who lives in Denmark. For more than half a century his writing has taken on a variety of forms, in collage, three dimensions, in galleries, anthologies, festival performances, video and in over fifty publications worldwide, both in print and online. Born into a family of artists, magicians and tailors, he is still fully conversant with a stylus-hand-eye circuit, the needle through your thumb and a buttonhole attachment.
Hello Readers, You know how it is when you focus on something like maybe your…
Portrait of Emily She sits in the bedroom window like curtains, whitely gazing down at…
Underground Gardens Legend was, After a quarrel with his father, He left Sicily behind And…
Their fair share We turn at the band stand because you say it’s getting dark.…