Will Repair Umbrellas for Cash by Bogdan Dragos

I was at that age when you read whatever writing catches your eye by way of style billboards and stuff It’s a sensitive age for kids The advertising industry knows it But the words I read weren’t quite advertising They were written on a piece of cardboard placed next to a homeless man who sat…

I’ve Failed as a Poet Again by Don Matthews

I’m sitting in the cafe again It’s hopeless, don’t know what to write I’m doing my usual look-looking around But there’s no ideas coming in sight So what does a poet do lacking ideas? With me it’s to internalise To turn on myself, make the neurons go round See what they can bring me, surprise…