by Alan Zoltie | Aug 16, 2022 | Poems
As I sat there in my chair Accompanied by only a cold drink Head beaten by the roasting sun Body cooled as the breeze stiffens I am left solely, with my thoughts A past that flashes before my very eyes The future, dancing enticingly ahead Pondering errors and...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 16, 2022 | Poems
Blinding light, darkened by a silence that spells trouble The art of conversation, ceasing, and with pure intent There’s a noticeable absence, and one that’s irreplaceable Now, with no way forward, we wait, and we wait She knows in her heart she is wrong, or perhaps...
by Alan Zoltie | Dec 21, 2021 | Uncategorized
The summer of 1975 in Glasgow, Scotland, was only consistent in its inconsistency. One day the sun was there, the next, gone. There seemed to be no end in sight to my work or the rain. My feet ached from pounding the pavement—marching from one town to another, trying...
