She stood there silhouetted against the afternoon sunlight as if her belief in God had been stolen away and she could barely warm up her grim smile. What lay burdened inside her heart with such a billowing grey shade? And why did the lack of hope veil her eyes? It felt as if she were... Continue Reading →

an elegy for my sister You were seven when I was born, and they say you lived the lives of many people and in under thirty years. you experienced millions of smiles, laughs, and tears woven into ten thousand, three hundred and twenty-one days of love. and for the rest of my days I promise... Continue Reading →

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 →