Death Makes Its Cruel Presence Felt
As death makes its cruel presence felt We talk as numb of those who have gone… We think of recent times now …
Crazed Beats Echo Into The Night
This verse I wrote some years back when living in Tullamore, hearing loud music and meeting an old disapproving couple that I …
Paul Polansky Sat In My Kitchen
The Serbian resident US poet and human rights activist Paul Polansky visited my humble flat some years back. As usual, my place …
Elegy for a Poet I Once Knew
Alas, I learned of the passing of a poet Paul Curran I shared a stage with often at Scene of the Rhyme …