A World Away

Another night scratching my head

as I reach for a pencil.

Another night spent torturing words

in the mind’s muddied trenches,

proving that yes you can press money

from guile and oil from stone –

If you’d just continue squeezing please . . .


I’m reminded of other nights,

other battered moons and throw-away stars,

other dusky planets,

the alien writer there also looking

for the right words in the proper order;

holding the equivalent of a pencil

in what passes for a hand.

Bruce McRae

Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,500 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press); ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy; (Cawing Crow Press) and ‘Like As If” (Pski’s Porch), Hearsay (The Poet’s Haven).


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