Category Archives: Poetry

Once upon a time in Memphis, I consumed 300 films a year; what would I ever have done in a ghosted town like yours,

inspired by the film of that name i. You want me to turn out the lamp. I linger on your face a little longer.

Perhaps you should stop reading now. Continue and you may determine whether this poem begins to live today or if it be dead when read, as said.

We are the occupiers. This is the land we possess. Hollow rings a tribute to its past stewards, however noble,

An Australian preferred the limerick

I hold you. Clad in papered foil (or is it paper foiled?) peeled back, you slyly reveal the arc of your sagging bun as we sit

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God… Wavering candlelight falls upon a scrap of foolscap

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. ~Robert Frost Hello?     This is usually the part where the caller speaks.    

after Wallace Stegner’s “Crossing into Eden” Five miles in and 3000 feet up: a grueling ascent of a tortured canyon called Hades—