Category: Poetry

Paul Carll worked in the coal pits, But on Christmas Eve he called quits, And down by the crick, Lit a dynamite stick, In a flash he was blown clean…

Poetry

Poetry

Grey house, Black gutters. Stand on the brick path, And enjoy the cooling Shower of the leaky gutters.

Poetry

A tree across the road, the expected thing stops happening. The volley evaporates them into the forest like the mist or the deer whose skins they wear. The shrieking, from…

Poetry

Poetry

Muster here you mighty, you men who’ve earned the name We gather in the great hall, to greet a hero bold With shining shields the honor guard, shall safeguard one…

Poetry

She looks at the odd light and asks, Dad, am I dreaming? And then she teaches Me more about birds. This morning I saw a killdeer In the parking lot…

Poetry

Sun burns mountain fog Even the buildings are ghosts Glass eyes watch us pass

Poetry

This evening, this light, and your laugh, All deserve a fine epigraph. So quick, call a poet! Hurry, don’t blow it! After dusk they charge time-and-a-half.

Poetry

The gym class voice from the airport (or is it the bus depot?) interrupts the regularly scheduled thunder to deliver its nightly warning like one of those psychedelic bull horn…

Poetry