Rain, Rain On Arrival

The station master is being ever so discreet But I have my suspicions and I can sense Something seditious, in a room as neat as His happens to be looking, now apparently He is putting all the accessories back, in The presentation box, even rolling up The track and the …

Gortroe Cross

October is mild, the sun unexpected, Shortening the hard winter for us, Yet, your father in the yard, With the homemade hatchet Breaks pallets. Hop, hop, hop out of the bed And throw back the blankets, You would always be afraid The head would fly off of The hatchet. They …

Savages

Savages “And I don’t have wings,” she said, “And I don’t have A halo round my head neither, and neither for that matter Would my hauling myself, out of our bed any earlier Make me any healthier, wealthier or wiser..” She has A lazy eye, sure as she says herself, …