I was out on the front porch the other day, sitting on my throne, surveying the land, thinking, what a good king I am! And up arrived a couple peasants of mine, Snowball and Achoo, I looked at them and said, table for two! Went and got each of them a plate of tuna. And … Continue reading Table for Two: Gerald Herron

The all-American dream... blue eyes, blonde hair, Barbie Doll effect, Beauty becomes an everyday duty; foundation, blush, mascara. Soon you won't remember what's underneath. And like apprentices of Michelangelo, starving your bodies into Italian marble. The quest for the perfect breasts... cosmetic perjury. Paint by numbers, trays of water colours, they'll make you look pretty... … Continue reading Vixens of Vanity: Gerald Herron

I'm not much of a bird watcher, and their names I do not remember, but one day late in September stretched out like a lawn chair, I looked up to what was going on, in the air; tight flying formations and silvered tipped wings like a group of jet fighters, and then there are the … Continue reading The Air Show: Gerald Herron

On the one hand, the wonderful world of pharmaceutical drugs, prescriptions, medications, doses of artificial happiness: Side effects, blindness, suicidal thoughts, may cause death. And on the other, herbal remedies, foraging through the forest for roots and berries: Side effects, wolves and grizzly bears.

Picture, frame, like face to name, we met in my prison of shame; but you an English teacher, nun by trade, potential, your favorite grade. And through kindness in heart, and helping hands, like an architect, drew up new plans; and with no debt, I take the next step. There in my successes, and too … Continue reading Call Me Carol: Gerald Herron

The words and years left unspent, I now confess to you, in the hopes you are listening in your kingdom of blue. For I now come with roses and this poem in hand, to realize the mistakes I have made as a man. For the greying silver now passes through these aging doors; and I … Continue reading Melody: Gerald Herron

I’ve been asked, ”What have you been doing?” I bought a yo-yo! I like the way it twirls and spins, Like being hypnotised. I practice at my friend’s place… Broke a vase. I got a talking to about playing in house, How some things never change. I got my friend one too, But he won’t co-operate. … Continue reading Writing Poetry: Gerald Herron