Category Archives: Poetry


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,…



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…


Over the Water

There is nothing better than a revolution when the nobility of foolish dreams lulls a city to sleep her history always repeats and she has walked beside him for the…