Date Night

Poet would like to meet glass of red wine for quiet evenings at home. You must be warm and soft, country of origin not important, but interest in the arts and current affairs is desirable. I am about a pentameter tall, hair tending to grey, but jet black with a bit of poetic license. Recently… Read More Date Night

Tired Poem

This is a tired poem, in need of a long rest, a holiday. Tired poems tend to hang about together, looking for cigarette butts, swigging the dregs from discarded cans. Tired poems can’t be bothered to scan, they have no time to rhyme, no interest in being metaphorical, they are emotionally flat, intellectually vacant, literally… Read More Tired Poem

White Water

You can feel the power and excitement, cutting through the waves, turning sharply into the wake. This is the life! More accurately, this is life. To know when to turn, to adapt to challenges, or on a whim, and how to create the white water by which others will remember us. {Poet’s Note – Day… Read More White Water