Gary McDonald : Writing

Expelled Poetry

Expelled Poetry

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Misshapen flames set to no tune, Inflecting their light upon the Paper. Seated under heavy thought, Memories roam still as night ..
Beneath Thy Tide

Beneath Thy Tide

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Gentle doth this mid-wind feel Where eyes hath left their perch In search of land upon which I kneel In bless’d shade of thee, ..
Lost In Graces

Lost In Graces

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Scatter me across the sky, Piece by piece to wander near. But not for thy sainted eye, No longer may thou rest here. Two stree..
Poor Little Rover

Poor Little Rover

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Today I am the wall, in the flat opposite. In here lives a man and his spouse, oh and a Tiny yet cute little mouse. Every evening this ..
Memories In The Red

Memories In The Red

A Story by Gary McDonald


It wasn’t just that the wind blew cold, it was the way the clouds followed its path. It’s every movement mirrored by the deepest ..
Often I Write

Often I Write

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Often I write When the clouds all gather and loom, And the doors, they shake with anger, As I must escape this household doom. Oft..
Love At First Fry-Up

Love At First Fry-Up

A Story by Gary McDonald


These streets stretch wide, curling up into the clandestine shops, hidden beneath the shattered streetlights. It’s dark. Too dark to ob..
Tonight's Last Call

Tonight's Last Call

A Story by Gary McDonald


A simple man of simple pleasure, described that way by most. Truth is different, yet I care little for the opinions of others. My attention ..
Dust Forms The Suburbs

Dust Forms The Suburbs

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Dust forms the suburbs. Houses for steps to an Arcadian skyline, A windows view in the lattice of nature’s branch. Attenti..
Seven Words

Seven Words

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Her emptiness is lowered Into the tear stained field of fallen souls. My cheeks become the surface for an inner pain As all I hear ar..

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