Christmas Check Out

Christmas Check Out

“I’m not looking forward to Christmas,”   The lass on the store check-out cries, Pinging the goods on the rumbling belt – The bread, and the wine, and the pies. I watch, as I stand in the fidgety queue As the lassie enlightens us all....
Poetry or Prose? Fact or Fiction?

Poetry or Prose? Fact or Fiction?

Christmas Eve! Five Hundred poets waited, pen Poised above paper, for the poem to arrive, bells ringing. It was because The chimney was too small, because they had ceased to believe, the poem had passed them by on its way out into oblivion, leaving the doorstep bare...