Jeff Guess

Walking Away It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day – A sunny day with leaves just turning, The touch-lines new-ruled – since I...

The Rainwalkers An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of...

Who’s Who A shilling life will give you all the facts: How Father beat him, how he ran away, What were the struggles of his youth, what...

Tintern Abbey Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 (Lines...

(From) The Dead - The Dubliners A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched...

Song at the Beginning of Autumn Now watch this autumn that arrives In smells, all looks like summer still; Colours are quite unchanged,...

Robin Adair What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near: What was't I wish'd to see? What wish'd to hear? Where's all the joy and...

Daybreak: the household slept. I rose, blessed by the sun. A horny fiend, I crept out with my father's gun. Let him dream of a child...

The End of the Weekend A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The...

Slips The studied poverty of a moon roof, The earthenware of dairies cooled by apple trees, The apple tree that makes the whitest wash ....