Iron Horses Farm

Iron Horses Farm

By Donna Fitzgerald The vampire is in the living room With the chain-smoking Self-promoting babysitter The priest sweeps the ashes with a broom The tempest is in the teapot And she getting bitter The doctor has no remedy for doom The nurse holds the basin To catch all...

Butterflies in a Jar

By Donna Fitzgerald Waiting for the muse to wake me On the morning after Looking for a lucky break In the peeling plaster Listening for the sounds of music Drafty olden rafters Hissing steam of radiators Great creator’s master. Laughter rising from the children...

Cave Paintings

By Donna Fitzgerald A glorious voice In the void of the white noise In a whispery, willowy way An ancient chorus From the Black Forest Panting Chanting translations of cryptic scrawling And chalk drawings from the walls of a cave Striking a chord deep within the core...

Insults for Candy

By Donna Fitzgerald Engineer of a model train ‘neath an evergreen ever slain In celebration of the pain And all the ghosts of Christmas Multi-colored blinking lights any town’s electric eyes Search the branches for the skies In hope of Father Christmas Monolith of...