Poetry

Once upon a time, I founded an online writer’s collective called ‘The Final Carrot’. Here’s some of the poetry that I wrote then, often as entries to the writing assignments.

Poeterrorism - Poeterrorism was the name I coined (back before the horrors of 9/11 gave us all a different meaning for the word terrorist) for scribbling poetry into a journal, and then slipping it back on the shelf. I wondered what the unsuspecting buyer would make of it. Would they consider the journal 'used' and return it for a refund or exchange, or would the see the poem as a gift? As you could probably guess, I was the one who bought this particular journal.

Our Last Conversation - My father was given 2 weeks to live, which turned into the gift of two and a half years. I turned my life upside down to spend as much time with him as I could, and this poem is about is final days and our last conversation.