Poem

all flesh is as grass

all flesh is as grass the reclusive author in his favourite frayed rust corduroy suit (patched at the elbow) dozing in a wicker chair sighed as a...

The Flight

. The Flight By Paul McCann No speed limits apply, The sky road has no end A messages through the sky . Below the roads that lie, Stretch out then...

On Cobblestones

. On Cobblestones By Paul McCann I stood near Bethnal Green Station in East London . It was past twilight . I stood alone on the cobblestones there...

Excuse Us From Excuses

. Excuse Us From Excuses By Paul McCann I'm sick of people making excuses for killing each other . As if they've the right to take a life . There's...

"yinno"

It's about... you know... image source pikrepro.com
Cherry

Wild Rose …

pink blush of beauty climbing the hedges … fragile, fleeting ….

Hazelnut

Sleepless poems again.

Remember How We Used to Play

in the upper atmosphere in the vertical climb in the sky above the clouds remember how we used to play in the nautical dusk along the radians of...

Backyard Wonder

Walking, walking, the green and the blue; Opal skies and damp cold dew. Calls from the heavens, luminosity from ambitions nothing out here requires...

A world without birdsong

A world without birdsong. Can one imagine such a thing? A life without nature's voice to sing. The wind would have no wings, the hills would feel no...