Category : Poetry

Stories in Poetry form.

The Shepherd Boy Longs To Be Somebody

You’re just some shepherd in a field, at night, ...

Mom, I miss your face, My refuge of tender ...

Yes I've read E.B. White and P.G. Wodehouse and ...

In patches The vault opens oneself at dawn. The ...

Snow, from the milky heavens, flakes down your cheeks. ...

A GRANDMOTHER’S LETTERS She figures I’m now old enough ...

GLOUCESTER, MASS Staring at the sea, I’m one with ...

GRAND SCHEME Children’s voices, loud and giggly, along the ...

First Christmas Angels Angels frolicking in the sky Playing ...

I made no time for Etruscans then, Though their ...