Beware Edward the second you see him: a fictive man of taste. A little story!
“I built a stoa leading to the heart Of my dream palace, where I hung the heads Of lovers fooled by words”. Verse satisfied The rhythm of the loss he felt. Meanwhile The hole where once care lived, burnt red and raw, As if with Lightborn’s rod, cooled leather-hard. Edward, the second he knew this, … More Beware Edward the second you see him: a fictive man of taste. A little story!










![Frank Ormsby a Northern Irish poet who has Parkinson’s Disease, experiences, like others with the same diagnosis, presences near to him that are usually ‘silent and unthreatening’, like, for example: “… Who is that girl / I sense at my shoulder?”[1] Ben Alderson-Day (2023) ‘Presence: The strange science and true stories of the unseen other’.](https://i0.wp.com/livesteven.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/image-193.png?resize=365%2C365&ssl=1)
