Smell the fog rise from the coffee Swelling the rich, dockside air Tell of the kindness of moonbeams Spelling the dull concrete fair. Rush now, the canteen is closing Push to fit mugs on the shelf Hush, let the cook leave in peace – she…

It was a small spot of red on a canvas dominated by blue and black a lone point of humanity amongst two armies without faces or names One small spot to represent the blood of millions lost A young woman walked by stirred by the…

They show up angry, hungry, afraid Missing their homes, missing their beds, needing their moms Some are defensive, some are shy, some tell tall tales Some even invent dangerous games, and revel in the chaos Yet you smile, you listen, you comfort Your touch calms,…

A found/blackout poem of sorts—I went through a book about film posters and underlined certain phrases, then added my own bit at the end. Critical decision It is often said that this is the former summarizing the latter In the former situation, I tend to…