• Suicide finds the sad and lonely place, The cowering and the waivering of consciousness, The falling back against the ropes; Falling onto ones’ knees and to the floor, Hiding unknown in a darkened corner, All aged and decrepit in youth;...

    POETRY: The Letting Go (tombstone)

    Suicide finds the sad and lonely place, The cowering and the waivering of consciousness, The falling back against the ropes; Falling onto ones’ knees and to the floor, Hiding unknown in a darkened corner, All aged and decrepit in youth;…

  •   Late yesterday I took a walk along the tow path to where the city is distant. It felt colder than it had been; autumn had descended to lay her kiss on the air. A middle-aged man on rollerblades slid...

    POETRY: September’s sun

      Late yesterday I took a walk along the tow path to where the city is distant. It felt colder than it had been; autumn had descended to lay her kiss on the air. A middle-aged man on rollerblades slid…

  • The third poem in the series from crime fiction writer Patrick Martrin

    POETRY: Edge

    The third poem in the series from crime fiction writer Patrick Martrin

  • March poetry, written by ick

    POETRY: Dublin City Blue 65,15,15a,15b

    March poetry, written by ick

  • Brain-cloud presents Poetry by Sten, brain-cloud wizard & author.

    POETRY: Goodbye Saturday Night by Sten

    Brain-cloud presents Poetry by Sten, brain-cloud wizard & author.

  • night parole, poem by S---B

    POETRY: Night Parole by S—B

    night parole, poem by S—B

  • Second in the series of poems by crime fiction writer: Patrick Martin

    POETRY: The Nice People

    Second in the series of poems by crime fiction writer: Patrick Martin

  • Introducing the first in a series of poems by crime fiction writer, Patrick Martin

    POETRY: The Morning Bus

    Introducing the first in a series of poems by crime fiction writer, Patrick Martin

  • poetry, written on a street corner, southern Chile 2008

    POETRY: Yes, You, Whitman

    poetry, written on a street corner, southern Chile 2008

  • Sixteen small envelopes fell, sinew on skin, plateau on purpose. Seven small promises, wrapped in new skin clothing, devoured in complex. Eight and nine, its not mine, six and four, leave the door, open

    Poetry: calivorous rex

    Sixteen small envelopes fell, sinew on skin, plateau on purpose. Seven small promises, wrapped in new skin clothing, devoured in complex. Eight and nine, its not mine, six and four, leave the door, open