As a young man, my parents and I were driving back to Camden, Arkansas, in tornado weather. My mother, brother…

waking, half sleeping three black forms roved outside my windows   Aud's cows, black angus calves; they looked in the…

  ­I was the jubilee runner You were the southbank stroller Carried away in your hair   I turn to…

  The sun set on them They were the wrong Choices of the   Tree under-standers Under the setting sun…

my dear friend asked me    at long last   to compose a happy poem    it took an eternity

waking in a body that will not rise   there's just one thing that i needed   to know when…

She said to me once, bitterly with sun on her eyelashes, 'I lie to you all the time.' and to…

this modern world of social media, it plays havoc with the ancient myth (or so we say, because World War…

it's a modern everyday that a classical (traditional) muse she with blonde hair (blue dyed wave) and grey (green-hazel) eyes…

It is with grime I describe decadence. Ten cents to the machine for two gumball queens. That is, how I…

'Twas on a clear and moonlit night by Castleford's green fields, The stick of rhubarb's mind to thoughts adventurous did…

Beware the haggis botherer, It lurks where none can see, And bides its time quite patiently, Be-sporraned near Dundee. It…