In Memphis On Business
Jan 23rd, 2012 | By Donal Mahoney | Category: Poetrythis belle like a feather
this belle like a feather
I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany bar. It curved in and out as if wind-swept and featured high stools with padded seats and backrests, all in [...]
I have yet to write a poem
Your heart I’ll lacerate
with razor fright.
The father of the girl
If the greatest of these
is charity
Third day on the new job
Every evening, up in my room,
I try to write