By Oliver Kleyer Before dawn,I don’t have a name.It normally reappears with the sunrise,preferably on the railroad bridge,overlooking the town where I work,but fortunately, not live,sometimes starting the O,sometimes with the i.Before dawn, you could call me anything,there is a 50/50 chance I might answer.Before dawn, I sometimes think my nameis Adam & there is … Continue reading Before Dawn
Where I find my poems
By Oliver Kleyer At the bottom Of my teacup. Between the lines Of my diary. In all the places thatI go to when I sleep. In a bird’s nest In the forest.On the wings ofThe year’s first butterfly.In the pages ofMy old fairy tale book. In the mirror Of your eyes. Oliver Kleyer is a … Continue reading Where I find my poems
The little things we say to get us through the hurricane And Other Poems
By Oliver Kleyer The little things we say to get us through the hurricane Fear not, my love, it will be over soon,, the howling has become much lower & the loose roof tiles have already stopped their banging. Don’t be afraid, we’re safe in this house, it’s solid. My greatgrandfather built it with his … Continue reading The little things we say to get us through the hurricane And Other Poems
