Gerald Parker : Writing

Precinct Poser

Precinct Poser

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Shopping. They’d be at least an hour.Immaterial what they were buying:essential fripperies, dress material.I started getting tense, all this wai..
Not for Discussion

Not for Discussion

A Poem by Gerald Parker


When she fell ill, I told him the same day.It’s terrible, it’s terrible - these wordswere all he said or could find to say,man to man, ove..
Finis Terrae

Finis Terrae

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Here I am at last, at the end of my life, posting my farewells and seeking peace of mind as I queue for the vessel along the beach; but I can't hel..
God's Nuclear Winter Without Verbs

God's Nuclear Winter Without Verbs

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Up and about on the eighth day,time for a stroll in the dark,across the wide windy wasteof ice-bound body parts.Infinitely better than Pompeii.A smile..
Another Winter

Another Winter

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Yet again it catches us unawares like bad news we share with next-door. And yet again we couldn't get away like swallowsto some summer retreat. W..
The Essence of the Essential

The Essence of the Essential

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Without essence, we are nothing,whether, as some say,it precedes our existence,or whether, as others maintain,our existence precedes our essence:essen..
Let's Go to the Hop

Let's Go to the Hop

A Poem by Gerald Parker


In those days it was thrilling,after a beer or two,as we turned the corner,like grown men,to hear the band playing Buddy Holly.For it sounded rawin th..
December Promenade

December Promenade

A Poem by Gerald Parker


It’s only a few days since Christmas, but after the joy comes a niggling sort of ache,here by the sea, with this lonely reveller of festive dark..
What did you learn at school today?

What did you learn at school today?

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Just staying where you areassumes the place alwaysreturns to the same spot,and it does, but you don't.
The Queue

The Queue

A Poem by Gerald Parker


She'd been on the Queen Mary,she told the check-out girl.She'd given up smoking, theycould seeshe still pursed her lips,snake hand poised,for the came..