The sandwich bones left, the falling tide sucked through the gut, the wind snapped southeast, deep Atlantic blew in and the fog arrived.   All lilt and laughter turned trembling, wet, dropped below deck, a halyard slacked, the genoa flapped, and a loon cried.   Sounds from the shore echoed and slurred. The sky smudged... Continue Reading →

Pacing around the hospital room Celebrating my life beginning anew While mere feet away many Loved will shortly ascend Seeing their last glows of fluorescent lights before The End I know most associate them with stale coffee But I always felt they shone down quite heavenly Sparkling and igniting inner luminosity I hope the Loved... Continue Reading →

I loved playing with the buttons in ‘Grandma’ Kirk’s button box. She wasn’t my real grandma but mum’s friend who used to have a Chip Shop nearby. When she died ‘Auntie’ Stacey, (who wasn’t my real aunt either), took the money that Grandma Kirk had hidden under the floorboards, even though it had been left... Continue Reading →

Another time, this same moon, which free-hands its flat arc across a fathomless slate of nighttime sky, supplied so much duplicitous reason that the warmest stretch ever of endless kissing seemed also to signal an endless love. Have others believed in such infinite moments? Maybe the fire and the jazz and the lips touching just... Continue Reading →

I rested my head on the crux of his chest, there I heard the tumult. Wave after wave of tempestuous rhythm crashed against his rib cage. He was a vast ocean of torment. An upturn of violent discourse beat against my ear. When had I become his lifeboat, weather-worn and ravaged by the torrents of... Continue Reading →

It was a good thing at school or the office where I'm paid to sit still and think for eight hours a day but it's a problem the rest of the time Does she want to be more than friends? Why hasn't she texted me back? Am I being too clingy? Like a vaudeville plate... Continue Reading →

there is no elegy for the death of snow flakes there is no requiem for the death of wild flowers so listen for a silent elegy when you see snow flakes fall so listen for a silent requiem when you see wild flowers perish listen for the music that cannot be heard death of snow... Continue Reading →

Silence is hurt acting wild Is a kneejerk reaction to nervousness Has an ugly mouth to be slapped Is a dead leaf falling from an oak branch Has devolved into a Mindless bomb Detonating Whenever someone Listens Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com About the Poet: Chris D’Errico is a visual artist, musician and writer who... Continue Reading →

My mother baked an apple crumble, Golden brown over green. She did everything right, Followed the recipe to perfection, Warmed her hands on the oven door whilst checking. When it came out? Just a stodgy mess. Some said she’d stewed it too long. Others claimed the apples bruised. One said they were rotten. But you... Continue Reading →

“When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and... Continue Reading →