Author: Thomas W Evans
How Sternly Instilled
To be alone is to have failed somehow. The cold line they look to leave. Those quiet nights with too much shadow; Broad stretches of cloud-troubled sky and Thoughts passing through your head like...
Write Like Glen Duncan
Let me write like Glen Duncan. I would top every Christmas list And prayer, Send it seaward in bottles and Skyward on doves If I thought it would make it one iota more likely....
The Castle Field
I have walked here, We have discussed the most important of issues; Girls, parents, teachers. Woods flank me on three sides. Shady-quiet, they give shelter and peace. Sunlight plays on the balding grass, rummaging...
Too Much Murakami
I’ve fallen down a well, Descending through stretching darkness The mysteries of the universe flashing past me Like road signs, Too fast to read. And I could fall forever, Feel the cool comfort of...
Tongue Tied
We all draw from the same pile, Scoop up our words with practiced ease and Feel them time-smoothed, Ringing with the movement of other tongues. They make such varied shapes; Edging out patterns of...
