I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

[Three short poems, for short attention spans I gift them. Please go diagnose yourself with ADD now. You will be doing the Great Machine a f...

Unjustifiable actions are always supported by reasons: The way you scream me into silence each night, How you leave me without warmth in the...

Walking To The Sea (December 2005) Josh MacLeod We may return or keep on going Just start walking and never stop Because some men are done w...

[Clearing the backlog of poems I wrote this month, effectively. Shall post one longer poem tomorrow and some small ones the next two days.] ...

And We Danced (December 2005) There was a night a long time past When the spring formal was held, The rain had come upon us at last And a fu...

Whose woods these are I'm sure I know I passed his no trespassing sign like so He will not see me slinking here To steal a tree as falls...

.... that have nothing to do with boxing. Ah well. Perfection is Imperfection, constantly Changing, becoming Strange, this Nameless, we are ...

An idea I had earlier. Comment here with suggested topic/themes, and I may cover them. No guarentees, but as the first approaches I realize ...

The bones of the Bishop were rotting In the cold, still earth Waiting for the final days And a miracle of rebirth. His body was taken from t...

In my father’s house, there are many mansions. Some don’t have heat. Some are cold. A few have whores who are discreet. There is sex for sal...