Category Archive: Poetry

king of the hill

king of the hill

Casabian swung his wooden sword, climbing the yellow stone, his friends ahead and behind, all chasing the yellow throne. a swing of the wooden butt, to tommy next door he …

 

Nevermind

Nevermind

Nevermind the rent we can’t afford, The roof above that has a rot, The down-payment we got from dad, The doubts we had when we saw a rat. Our …

 

HELVETIORUM FIDEI AC VIRTUTI

HELVETIORUM FIDEI AC VIRTUTI

As you step past the grilled gates of the park, past a leaning tree and trail your eyes from the pond to the stone wall …

 

conversation

conversation

Conversation   I sat on the left of Red Bus 12, Behind whose name I cannot tell. A tap on the shoulder by the ear, To begin an encounter one …

 

fringe of brown

fringe of brown

It’s when you’re holding hands, and walking past the stairs,  where he sits, playing a guitar, some tune vaguely familiar, a split second, an inch out of …

 

Home by December

Home by December

Little child, sitting on a swing, a lollipop in hand, handed by her keeper. Outside she sits, swaying with rhythm, fully made up by her self, though perhaps a …

 

Orga, not mine.

Orga, not mine.

Come away O human child To the waters and the wild, With a fairy hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping, Than you can understand. -A.I.

 

Vyniee

Vyniee

The corridor is filled with words. Words, meaningless words. Exchanged between people I hardly know. Or care about. Yet despite it all, I hear nothing. The deafening silence. That damning void, From …

 

Again and Again

Again and Again

Again and again, I shall come and go. But know that this is me, Love. And unless the wind continues to caress my sails, Or have these hands free …

 

A book review I wrote for R.age, The Star

A book review I wrote for R.age, The Star

The moment I saw it, sitting on the New Arrivals shelf at an MPH bookstore, I knew I had to read it. A quick payment …