Proper Poetry

Guests at a wedding we joined the throng of dancers in the village hall; the bride and groom were rather long in the tooth, the guests th...

One more year consigned to the past; one less until I die; grown from an inch to an inch and a quarter in a world a hundred feet high.

Because I'm dead I have no rights but one yet he that murdered me lives on and, though in prison, still enjoys so much of what life h...

Some feminists view it with a shudder: "Does a bull get excited by a young cow's udder?"

The morning that my wife died, after visiting the hospice, disoriented, disbelieving, desperate to see her, I drove home, embarrassed that...

When acquaintances ask "How are you?", you tell them "Fine", "So-so", "OK"; more honest with frien...

One old lady in my bed or lots of young ones in my head ?