Poetry: Published and unpublished poems by Jerry Iwanus
If I were one of my poems...
It’s as if they knew something...
There’s a fly buzzing around my head as I inexplicably sit beside a fire on a 30°C day
more humane than clubbing,
it’s said, and it better maintains the quality of the meat...
They sit in their vehicles behind the Centre communautaire, high-beam headlights illuminating but a sliver of the temperamental Strait
This time, the call never came...
If I didn’t already know you, and we had just met...
A paper trail of a life not so much lived, as catalogued
Only some can see the possibilities in the everyday...
