by Ward | Apr 2, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
To those on the wrong end of a gun,song is not a shield against a bullet,poetry won’t transform a bullet into a flower. But a song can shield the mind that pulls the trigger,poetry can be the flower that inspires the man, the womannot to pick up the gun, not to pray...
by Ward | Apr 1, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
after a photo by Saul Leiter, “Paris, 1959”in Paris, a caféa tiny round tableshe writes on the smallestscrap of paper availableher words must be exactprecise, capable ofeconomy of spaceall to be accomplishedwith a fountain penthere is a seltzer bottlethere is a...
by Ward | Mar 30, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Do you always give up so easily?You think it a snapto lay siege to love,love awaits you so eagerly?You, the best possible choice?If you seek treasure, seek peril, it’s quicker;if you seek truth, try faith, it’s convenient;if you seek beauty, buy, it’s easierand...
by Ward | Mar 26, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Ground wet, cold, garden shows signs of life,fat black pasha cat sits at the base of the fence,stares at the rail six feet above him.Once, he would have leapt there in one bound,but now old, dignified, too fat to jump like that.He smells the base of the fence post...
by Ward | Mar 23, 2026 | Prose, Writing
A fableThe Princess of Snails in the garden behind the house numbered 273 on the avenue named Atlas declared that she required a Consort for the good of the species and its propagation thereof. A proclamation was read to all the eligible bachelor snails that a great...
