by Ward | Feb 16, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
the Devil calledwants me in HellI said, that don’t suit me so wellBTW don’t get me startedlast time we spokeit smelled like you farted Saint Peter phonedhead to the Pearly GatesI said,I don’t mean to be an ingratebut you’ll have to waitwith the wings and thingswe’re...
by Ward | Feb 11, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Salute those who read the end of the book firstfor they seek a reason to read.This is the back of the book,the foundation, the bed rock;this is the mantle, the crust,upon which the detritus of words and thought,are sediment, and the scribblebetween the lines, wash....
by Ward | Feb 5, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
There’s a famous film of children being part of a psychology test.It’s an old film, black and white, stationary camera to emphasizeIt’s not a movie but documentation of an experiment. Individual children are given a marshmallow, not quite a candy,but close enough,...
by Ward | Feb 2, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
She collects the colours of summer eveningdistributes them through her garden with art and beautyto welcome her guests appropriately, that is,these flowers are the colours of her joy to be with them,the colours of her hospitality and the pleasure she takesin that...
by Ward | Jan 28, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
there’s nothing I do that makes sensenothing I do rhymes with recompensethough the evangelist dissolve into incontinencea deep sea diver on shore with the bendspoint out the rooster that rules without hensall I do is feather the bed and relive past tense you cannot...
