P.J.

P.J.

The Lonely Road

The Lonely Road THELONELYROAD There is only one undiscovered roadleft for me to travel. It will be a tiresome and arduous passage, with many obstacles and bridges to cross along the way. I am not looking forward to the journey…

You

YOU. – PJ YOU. YOU: make me forget the things I don’t want to remember YOU: take me to Spring when it feels like December The smile on my face, is put there by your grace When you take hold…

100 (poem)

An elderly couple before a maze of roads

Untitled Poem – PJ Susurrus There’re a hundred roads that I could have travelled, and they all would have led me to you. Some things are categorically certain, some things undeniably true. I could have turned a thousand corners and…

Tempest

A whirlwind of emotions

Tempest – PJ Tempest It is a lonely wind that drives through my life. The storm has long since abated, but the gusts remain. They swirl and gyrate around me, enveloping my world. No one sees, or feels this wind…

The Perfect Storm

The Perfect Storm – PJ The Perfect Storm The perfect girl, just right for me Became my perfect wife Together we created For us. The perfect life When we were together We were the perfect storm If anyone got in…

Catalepsy

cat and a box

Catalepsy – PJ Catalepsy Schrödinger’s cat sits in a box If we can’t see it, It may be lost Is it alive or is it dead We don’t really know Because it’s never said Better leave it alone and never…

Vampirica

Vampirica

Vampirica – by PJ Whispers of the Deep vampirica by PJ My friend Patricia turns eighty today She doesn’t like birthdays So that is OK We’re not going to celebrate She don’t want a fuss I think this is because…

🔉Never Mind

A surreal watercolour of departed family

By PJ It is the strangest thing, but I strongly believe that I have lived a past life.I can’t remember all the details. The memories are a little fuzzy. It feels sometimes as if they are within reach, then in…

🔉 The Drive Home

A man looks with anxiety at his car radio

By PJ Hi, my name is Charlie, and I live in New Jersey. I’m on my way home, on my own, in my brand-new Buick, listening to the radio. I look forward to this time of day. I get some…