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breakfast

A Poem by john alan willox

once as a childi had a waking nightmareof a wall of porridge or oatmealwith faces and hands poking throughtrying to escapeorcapture me to join themand..

young men's fancy

A Poem by john alan willox

sitting with a beer in an outdoor café, first summer sun blazing a hole on that patch of my head which used to have hair. ..

the stranger

A Poem by john alan willox

let’s go dancing, you can’t dance… let’s go out, you don’t like going out… ..

the rose

A Poem by john alan willox

the thorn is drawn and bites the vein as the rose is lured across the throat of a lover’s kiss. of a lover’s ..

my father's words

A Poem by john alan willox

we walked among my fathers words amidst the meaning of his sentences what did he say that was so meaningful i wonder&hel..

once

A Poem by john alan willox

once, as a small boy in scotland, while walking with my mother, we passed a man who doffed his fedora, and when i asked why ..

masquerade

A Poem by john alan willox

absent of light, the masquerade decays, the costume of the ironic tiger returns the skin of the sad clown… hunger and a..

i was born on an island

A Poem by john alan willox

i was born on an island, to a father like an island and a mother like the sea. a desert in an ocean, vacated before i ever could r..

the stone

A Poem by john alan willox

i walked a winter beach, cold, grey water imprinting white, foamy streaks upon cold, grey sand. i picked a stone, from..

the rest of my life

A Poem by john alan willox

i turned the key today and the lock opened, like it’s supposed to; but no one came running, tail wagging, and no one calle..