Poems by Christopher Black

The Paris Cafe, Image by Dan Novac from Pixabay Paris Interlude She sat quite alone at a sidewalk café, on a street near the Seine and the Musee D’Orsay, silver hair shining through the shadows of leaves, trembling above her, caressed by the breeze, loves past and...

Fading Stars

While robins woke to fading stars,That drew fat worms to morning doom,And tired hands sought coffee jars,Still half in dream and nightly tomb,While prostitutes and presidents,Walked secret streets, or secret rooms,And madmen claimed it all made sense,But nightly...