Around the world tonight,
The stars are all above us.
Me in darkness, others in light,
But the stars are all above us.
People eating, drinking, sleeping,
Around the...
For Jude
We're back, where we began,
Or near enough, cosmologically speaking.
A time, to mark occasion,
Has arrived, if we're chronology-keeping.
Once more, into those breeches,
We squeeze ourselves,...
In the kitchen,
Surrounded with the spice and flavour of cooking,
I rattle my pots,
Beat my eggs,
And pummel my dough.
The kids run all about,
Slamming the doors,
Shouting...
The killing happened on Monday.
The grief poured out on Tuesday.
The rage built on Wednesday.
The tension rose on Thursday.
The rain poured down on Friday.
The mob...
This is a poem about being thirty-nine years of age.
To attain the age of thirty-nine
Should, all things considered, be very fine,
As was Neil Armstrong,...
Sun on skin
Butter on toast
Sport on telly
Arriving on cue
Ham on rye
Eye on you
Some things are good together
Out with friends
Service with smile
Tea with milk
Room with...
This website showcases content created by Eric Priezkalns, who also uses the pen name Ray Blank when writing science fiction. It includes stories, essays, poems, short films and audio recordings.