The meeting has begun (A poem)

Yesterday afternoon… The slapback echoes as the door clicks shut Keys jangle footsteps walk off into the distance A whooshing comes from outside an unseen someone walks through the doorway before the slam of the door cuts off the sounds of the rainy afternoon A man stands up and begins to speak (12 December 2015—posted [...]

Last call (a poem)

Yesterday’s poem is a re-write of a poem I wrote last weekend… The door is closing on an empty space that used to be filled with light and the gentle sounds of the sea The keys are on the chain and it’s last call Meanwhile, the silence of the afternoon closes in with its secrets [...]