The Eyes of Iris

You stand on the chessboard alone, a queen without a king,
And your warriors only blindly march to a different beat across tiles…

Invisible Father

Like speaking into a brick wall, my voice futile and vile to the sound
Of the static, sporadic and nonsensical, like, why are you…

Who Is P.K. Winterway?

Funny you should ask….

If Only He Could Quiet Those Voices Down….

Fat chance.

Words That Cut and Heal

They won’t abandon you in a ditch somewhere to die,
Nor can they scry your next move and fly away
Before you get to…

Widowman of Woe

A hardened poem of loss by P.K. Winterway

The Grandfather Clock

As if it was possible to have a conversation with a stationary object — 
Don’t object to this subject and be subjective…

Homeless Fred

by P.K. Winterway

The Sailor’s Sonnet

A Love Poem by P.K. Winterway

Full Circle With Solomon

by P.K. Winterway