This is Not a Poem
“This is not poetry!”my son shoutsthe darkness of his eyesswimming in outrage Because I can’t just arrangewords on the pageto make pretty shapesthe words have …
“This is not poetry!”my son shoutsthe darkness of his eyesswimming in outrage Because I can’t just arrangewords on the pageto make pretty shapesthe words have …
“Faster!” calls Tad over his shoulder, as they younger ones start to fall behind. “Keep going, you must keep going!” The sound of heavy boots …
Four in the morning, I’m leaving for the airportIn the mirror I see you standing at the doorWatching me,crying My eyes feel the prickle fromthe …
Children are surviving in a remote enclave, that is in the depths of winter. All the adults have disappeared and a family of three children learn some remarkable news about the future of the community.
The baby stared, as babies do. A look of disbelief in its shiny dark eyes. A look that verged on outrage and those eyes were …