Author: Thomas W Evans

Tattoo Hat 0

Sick

I thought I’d get sick of people Assumed I would eventually just drown in A pool of my own pretention and irritability. But it never came around. It surfaces at times, a jet-black jewel...

Musician 0

Busy

Poetry is not stuck to a page, Inert and lifeless; Faded beauty Like a collection of butterflies. Poetry is busy. It is everywhere, Sat on the train when you buy your ticket, Watching the...

Alone Lonely Loneliness 1

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...

Gorilla in the Park 0

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....

My Vagabond Shoes 0

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...

Path in the Mountains 0

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...

The Catcher in the Rye 0

Reason

We read for a reason, Not just to pass the time. Those seconds are offered up. Every chapter a simple ritual renewed. In the small hours those moments return, Leaked out in the thickened...

Common Tongue 0

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...