Poem by Bruce McRae
Photography by Glenn Bowie.
Poem by Bruce McRae
Travelling Salesman Last of his kind, the world having changed greatly, mopping his brow in the heat, adjusting his soup-stained tie before coming to call upon the widow, the housewife, [...]
Two Poems by Bruce McRae
Years And Years The lithe years, to be admired for their rare vintage. The mumbling years, yet to come. And this last year, squatting like a horse sitting on its [...]