Category Archives: Poetry

Sight

In broad daylight we pass each other. You see a person no longer alive and are blind to the person who searches your face, your eyes for some reason to…

Count No Count

He was no one but himself, a man with airs, never worked a day   unless you called writing work. Someone said he’d flown a biplane   during the war,…

Blame

You said it was the wagon’s fault That it buckled beneath your weight Wheels going wobbly hitting a stray stone Sending you headlong into Oceans of vodka Clear as spring…