by Ward | Jun 5, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Call for Mom.She’s needed on deck;no one else will do.Who could possibly replace her?Santa Claus or God?Surely, they’re both fictionswhile Mom is so real.But when she arrivesshe distributes gifts,asks us to pray with her.It’s her belief in the impossiblethat makes her...
by Ward | Jun 3, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Paleocene had a light tawny appearance and a semi sweet palate.Eocene was the name of donkey in a play by Sophocles that became an eponym for stink.Oligocene spreads well on karst and smells faintly of kerosene.Miocene evokes memories of childhood, not to be confused...
by Ward | Jun 1, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
some people sayblack is the colour of chicsome say gold the essence of stylebut it is silver that is the definitionof fashion, because, like the moonit reflects both deceptionand the knowledge one is deceiveddeliciously
by Ward | May 19, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
this evening, my neighbour’s red brick chimney,lit by the dying sun, glows brilliant carmineagainst a pure black blue sky that penetrates my bloodand fills me with insensate ecstasy
by Ward | May 14, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
the moment before the rainafter the garden has been plantedwhen children play, the air rivenwith silver laughter, let them besoon it will rain the moment before the rainthe garden alive, tremblestimid nascent shoots waitto unfold; the smell of lilacanticipation graces...
