Category Archives: Poem

Robert, look happy, behave happy. Robert thought to himself as he sat in the backseat of a classic yellow taxi. He was on his way to see his sister and assist in whatever troubles she had gotten herself wrapped into this time. He looked out the dirty taxi window and marveled the River Thames. ItContinue reading “The Writer Pt. 3”

Robert Whitfield laid in his shared bed and stared into the bedroom ceiling. A closer look and he could see the paint chipped in multiple locations, a dingy fan that was missing one of its blades and made an annoying creak at night that kept him awake. He focused on the piss-stained large yellow spotContinue reading “The Writer Pt. 1”