Mama's Dress, by John Malcolm Pouch
Tight grip of small
fingers grasping
at Mama’ s dress,
pulling, following
everywhere,...
Poems by John Malcolm Pouch
Ode to Annabelle, by John Malcolm Pouch
As the north wind blows beneath
the floor, between cracks never
repaired, around window sash
...
Old men in the park, by John Malcolm Pouch
The park bench's were filled
with all the local old men.
They sat and pondered and relived
for...