Poem for My Father

At night, long after the midnight movies which I stayed up to see, what little nudity they dared show, I also wrote my poems, my stories, in ... Read more


There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be ... Read more


She sat sewing on the verandah not alone; in those days a chaperone was present at all stages of courtship, from the early mating display to ... Read more

His Grief

When I was told she was gone I was stunned into silence, but it was only a moment before I let it escape; the weeping and wailing that was dammed ... Read more