Paris Hlad : Writing

What Flying Is About

What Flying Is About

A Poem by Paris Hlad


What Flying Is About Only a few birds are excellent fliers The best is the pelican, But close behind him are The turkey vultu..
Nowhere to Fly

Nowhere to Fly

A Poem by Paris Hlad


Nowhere to Fly Last Days in New York The evening air is cold tonight; A frost lies on the grass, A gibbous moon Peeps on ..
Beware a Jealous Lord

Beware a Jealous Lord

A Poem by Paris Hlad


eBeware a Jealous Lordf The lowland fox burns like a torch Against the morning fog, and in her glow, Two scions show like angels of the ..
The Faith of Monkey-Me

The Faith of Monkey-Me

A Poem by Paris Hlad


What I might think, what I might do Is heaven’s gain or loss, and so, I walk, and walk, and walk The Stations of the Cross That..
Unpleasant Grace

Unpleasant Grace

A Poem by Paris Hlad


Unpleasant Grace The ways of the supernatural are inscrutable, And even the Gardener’s gifts are occasionally unpleasant. ..
A Mass of Spirits

A Mass of Spirits

A Poem by Paris Hlad


A Mass of Spirits (A Reflection on Alcoholism) I rue thee, ruddy, smiley face; I rue thy potted grin; For it is like a ja..
The Masterpiece

The Masterpiece

A Poem by Paris Hlad


eThe Masterpiecef -Where Beauty Is Enshrined- If I shall never see again Sweet love upon your face, Nor in your eyes a holy lamp ..
The Angry Swan

The Angry Swan

A Story by Paris Hlad


The Angry Swan Sometimes you don’t know exactly what you’re dealing with �" Like the time I was standing on the G..
God's Hungry SOB's

God's Hungry SOB's

A Poem by Paris Hlad


God’s Hungry Sons-of-B*****s To Be of One Mind With a Woman of Madness -P- She threw small handfuls Of old pop..
Inward Is the Tragedy

Inward Is the Tragedy

A Poem by Paris Hlad


eInward Is the Tragedyf So wrongly loved, he loved alone, So wrongly dreamed his dreams, That he gave up his life to love, Belie..