Riverside Walk. Poem. Christopher Barnes. January 28, 2013December 29, 2012 by Robin Ouzman Hislop Contours tumble, shifting – a blain in hordes. Peep away. No idiosyncrasy flares here. Prowling mist smear is slip-slop; Corner reminiscence – a plain-dealing smile. The humdrum malevolence? We too are curbed. By Christopher Barnes, UK