Category Archives: POETRY

IT’S JUST THE FALL In butch agogai, stifling howls, The Spartans flick-fight with wet towels. After Thebes their ranks are thin, Still they dump their babes in bins. Nor can Darby marry Joan – Well, not till they reduce that … Continue reading →

Planless Sydney’s crammed; just here, Queen’s Square, A clearing and clean thrust of brick above The lunchtime swarm in huddle or in groove, Vast Pac-Man game: now step/now stop/now veer. Up Philip Street, Chicane’s parade looks dull, Black robes like … Continue reading →

[My writer’s block persists, so I continue to pull old poems out of drawers. This piece is included in my story A GOOD JUDGE OF CHARACTER, which was an attempt at reviving the 18th century misadventure yarn.] – DITTY ON … Continue reading →

POWER Stingray! Not content with jaw, With attack/bite. No! Through just a pore You thrill the groper’s bulk. A little point Ignites the bang that knocks him out of joint. The toxin spreads its flame… Ink forms Bukharin’s name. Oh … Continue reading →

[Still can’t think of new plots. So it’s back to poetry. Sir Thomas Beecham once explained to an audience that the reason he was going to conduct a certain major piece was because it sounded pretty. He left it at … Continue reading →