Poems
The Best Medicine
There’s a lot to be said for a comedy club. Mirth makes way for heaven on earth, laughter leavens the pain of our birth, the dark, sticky air repudiates care, the spot lit acts walk the high wire with flair. (Or occasionally not when their material is rot).
Weary Some
I am tired beyond belief, my eyes ache, I’m too tired to sleep. I need to rest yet cannot find relief, I’m restless and only want to speak. I call up people on the telephone just because I’m all alone. And count the hours before my rendezvous for nothing special but a...
Flora or Fauna
There are a pair of wood pigeons trying to build a nest in the middle of my life, which is bound to cause some strife, for they’re messy birds at best and will wreak havoc if they’re left to their own devices on my balcony. But I do like to hear them coo, so...
Wave Form
Harrowing is the Reaper as he grimly claws, erasing memories as waves denude the sands, casting cruel aspersions on all our tainted lands, salvaged from the seven seas by Dutch-like enterprise. And when he does come knocking it’s always a...