Category Archives: Poetry

Hell Gate Bridge

I Never has that humped-back rail piker known a pedestrian or biker. No DUIs scraped along its side Or stopped to vomit or suicide. No poets have writ encomiums; No…

The Pont du Gard

The Pont du Gard is old. Its piers were gold, but now are stained with mould. We know its raison d’etre was aptly met in keeping Romans wet. That use…