Category: poems

Jack, my father, I am flying to you on words, on white-topped condor wings of thoughts to the high altiplano where you are perched. I

Last summer we lived on the planet of purest sadness looking at people in the streets like aliens – looking at each day as if

I know I’m a total party-pooper. But there’s no way I can go to Red Lobster. I have to stay home. I have to rest.

Six men born on this island have come back after twenty-one years. They climb up the overgrown roads to their family houses and come out

So what’s to live for? I’m placing an American Express Gold Card on the cash desk – seven hundred and fifty dollars down the drain

Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau is in the process of depressing me singing the ‘Der Einsame im Herbst’ section of Das Lied von der Erde. A flute is

The first thing you say is ‘May I help you Ma’am?’ If she answers ‘I’m still deciding’, well then you reply ‘Our choc-o-licious offer for