Category: Poetry


Of Wine and Men: Olivier

I parted with another beating piece Of my ever-fascinated heart Two autumn quarters’ past, in Old Quebec. Amidst the textured cobblestones of blue A hundred twenty steps before the church; A throbbing piece of passion’s...


This Old Man and the Sea

Last night, she was as I had feared: Dark, mysterious, and perturbed. And although the moonlight tried to soften her monstrousity, I was unaffected, unmoved by the lunar distraction And I was focused alone...