My Novelesque Scribbling: Poems

Some of my own writing:

Crows have always intrigued me as they seem smart yet are not liked.


What sorrow has the crow

as he’s shooed from his perch

What can he say about all the winters

he has scrounged and hid

This I wrote this after listening to an old time Western radio program.


The Hangman’s call looms over a town

as the sand kicks high to the sun.

Men work through the stinging rays

to errect the gallows

where other men

burn with judgement

and swing for their sins




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