Sprawled in this boxcar apartment, no one’s serious the disturbance temporary The end of the line, the lock breaks - the cargo falls out over-ripe We shall never get there; blueprints and maps do not provide an idea of progress Which does not...

If I was in front of you, reading a poem, some prose, would you, having listened, say nothing? Doubtful, unless you’re inherently rude. It would be safe to presume that listening, you wish to hear. And that hearing, you’d want to make your opinion...

What smashes into my attention: first, your impatience to get on with it; while, I’m the instrument of doom or salvation I cannot accept such grace; nor discover beneath that gentleness a veneer of calm, no fraud this singular woman’s charm Who...

I shall not grow old, into decrepit loneliness; nor the thousand plagues upon the way. I shall not become the bed-ridden ghost; of hopes and wishes, now no more than sediment. Boredom will not be given the chance to tick my life from between the...

Boris wandered lost in the crowd, stifling yet another belch; knuckles sliding along the ground, shuffling towards his seat in an overcoated slouch, a ham-fisted grab-bag of  2 large bottles of Coca Cola, chips, and a stale cigar appeared from the...