Anthony Leclair

Oh Life

What of dreams and darkness and those singing things from lullabies?         The final fret pressed to chord and re-chord the changes of all things;         Dreams...


Night on the Town/the Morning After

Fail to find, in tile floors, The glimmer of the glaring gods.   Raised and lowered,   Trip to find the chipping wood And table dancers of tin and glass...


Awkward

Here you’ll find, to pass the time, A chunky piece of terrible rhyme. Easy find the open lines, but look then for an end, Finish with the… Meet me in...


Wasted Nights

Wasted Nights Evenings waste away to shattered dreams of fidelity in dark corners with kisses so far removed from familiarity. Though strangely familiar it may seem, as though another like...


Summer Sweet

Summer Sweet by Anthony J.S. Leclair Ah, Summer. Lawn mowers roaring, dogs barking at the returned geese…geese chasing the barking dogs, the patio door swinging wide and loosely back and...