When you are old, as old as Yeats
Children will come to trespass your gates
You will sigh, then shout until they are gone,
“Tread softly, for you tread on my lawn!”
Check out my latest poem, “Strings.” North of Oxford has published my theory in verse on the nature of banjos, guitars, and ukuleles.
Stonecoast Review has released their tenth issue, featuring my poem, “Skiing Against the Night.
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[The following poem was originally published in VerseWrights]
Birds and Bees
[The following poem was originally published in Versewrights.]
Monday morning hates his job
a case of himself
saying hi to Bob in the hall
who says hey back to him in the hall.
The coffee percolates, drips
a long day inaugurates a long week
and it all goes downhill from there.
Meet the sisters of the arch:
Fat Tuesday, Hump Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday
drinking martinis round a table every afternoon
and sleep heavy that evening
after they hang up the phone
full of the day’s daily review.
Friday announces herself
steals the show
is twenty-three years old and
addicted to coke.
Saturday morning wakes up late
does not remember Friday or
what he did to her.
He sits in the house all day in his socks
when he’s not running marathons
or out of town.
Sunday afternoon is an old Brit sleeping
in a musty armchair
a wooden cross hung limply on the wall behind him
a glass of brandy forming condensation by his side
as he snores
the game blaring on the telly.
My latest poem, “Impostor,” has been published in Streetlight.
Check it out here!
And while you’re at it, they’ve got some other good stuff in this issue.
THE BOY WHO NEVER LAUGHED
Was once a little boy
A boy who never laughed
Never did escape no single smirk from him Continue reading