Autumn

Foliage in abscission Ants scampering sensing changes In the ambient environment. The days getting shorter, the nights Made for love making, like a broth of soup Heating on a flame. The kites turn in for the season. No more bright fireworks of the orbing sun, The days get lazier and in the night, You shuffle…

Telling My Son how Fate Works

I tell my teenage son, That fate doesn’t always bring Everything to the doorstep, Unlike a milk bottle, the newspaper, And letters. The last one of the lot, snail mail, Is fast becoming extinct, with only Water bills and marketing announcements, Coming in the postal system. I tell him To always be alert, but never…

1st September 1939

The Vistula was silently flowing Like a ghost fleeing a body, streaming Past a sparsely-vegetated valley.  While a Polish town slept, unaware Of what was about to happen. . Through the slippage of the night There were monster movements, straight And yet serpentine, stealthily Inching towards a German camp near the border. There was nothing…

Business of Smoking

Is smoking a cigarette, Different between man and woman You wonder. It should be the same, A little bird inside tells you, and Yet it is not, in practice. A man, takes a smoke to his mouth, Inhales the magic and the charm Holding the cigarette In different finger combinations, Placing it in the middle…