Posted by George Polley on Monday, February 20, 2012,
In :
Poetry
The other day while waiting for the bus on a beautiful, cold, sunny afternoon, snowflakes began to fall. I composed this little poem in my head, then wrote it down in my notebook afar taking my seat. Poems often come to me this way.
I'm an author, fiction writer and poet. My recent publications are "The Old Man and The Monkey" and "Grandfather and the Raven", both published by Night Publishing (UK); a collection of short stories, "Fernandez' Tale and Other Stories", and a poetry collection "Seeing: Collected Poems, 1973-1999", published by Tortoise & Hare, both out of print. I love telling stories, so drop by from time to time for updates.
My publisher is Taylor Street Publishing in San Francisco, California.
I'm an author, fiction writer and poet. My recent publications are "The Old Man and The Monkey" and "Grandfather and the Raven", both published by Night Publishing (UK); a collection of short stories, "Fernandez' Tale and Other Stories", and a poetry collection "Seeing: Collected Poems, 1973-1999", published by Tortoise & Hare, both out of print. I love telling stories, so drop by from time to time for updates.
My publisher is Taylor Street Publishing in San Francisco, California.
