Round The Rue
ISBN: 0-9675667-0-3
5.5” x 8.5” paperback
87 pages, Perfect Bound
$15.95

Out of print

Book Blurbs:

“...touching...” Barbara Bush

“”...it sparks the imagination and provides the reader with a fresh, unique perspective on life.”
Howard Ely, Managing Editor
America at the Millennium: The Best Poems and Poets of the 20th Century

Excerpts:

A Pigeon Flew

Round the rue a pigeon flew
Dropping white stuff with glee.
This was fun until the bum
Dropped it right on me.

'T'was Paris noon, when this loon
His lunch no more could gripe.
Without a care, all in my hair,'
Then dropped down to my lip.

I found a stone –sent straight to his bone.
He fell down to the yard.
He'll think again when next he'd send
A careless soppy wad.

Running Man

Running man, what do you seek?
“An illusion,” said he,
“a place to weep.”

How far have you gone? What did you see?
“A thousand dreams,
they were all a part of me.”

In all of this, are you at last content?
“No, I'm not yet spent.”

Will you run until you drop?
“No, I'll stop when I reach the top.”

How far is that? How many years?
“At the Death,” said he,
“of all my fears.”