Stewpot Poems - Poems about Stewpot

...At nights we’d sit out on the balcony drinkin Breathin That thick mug air Of a New Orleans summer evening. Livin as easy As they’d let us In the bowels of the Irish Channel Where magnolias blo......Read the rest...

...The hunters and their dogs are going home, Their secret sworn to silence, footprints crunching through the snow; Agreed the parish priest should never know. They walk beneath a sky of sickly h......Read the rest...

...White flowers on the hillside, spell out welcome to me I learnt the names of most of them, walking with my "tadcu"* He told me all about them, how Garlic is good for wounds The names of the songbir......Read the rest...

...ice in the middle of the carpet the melting is the healing the steam rises in the exact place where you said you hate me stewpot in the corner of the living room the bubbling over is the tensio......Read the rest...