How Not To Write A Good Poem

Barnacles , Testicles, Wallet , Watch I must be a good Catholic I know the Pope can only be a man I know nothing much else. AM Watkins Distilling words into poems is no joke. Neither is it like making whisky. Through the vacuum of space like a place in your mind where words areContinue reading “How Not To Write A Good Poem”

A Writers Tale

Glued to the spot. My hands already finding the keys, the story not formed in my conscious mind, I swallow my pride and type. Immediately I have a thought. A bit to the left it goes. Huh? A bit to the left of what? The left-hand side of the keyboard? Where are the Q,A,Z? It’sContinue reading “A Writers Tale”