Poetry

"... Is the whole world not alarmed enough..."

"I like to watch the cantaloupe..."

"I often ask myself..."

"...Visible only in the sunlight..."

"...evil has no size..."

"...Treacherous fate made its way inside..."

"When did my consciousness begin?..."

"...you forget the nagging voices..."

"...say, you had the wits and skills of a storyboard artist..."

"...damp, closed faces were like wet umbrellas..."

"...Let it blow away all our sorrows..."

"Moonlight interrupts a darkened sky..."

"...beauty like the Indian corn of October..."

"...There's someone who says..."

"...she gives me a smile revealing missing teeth..."

"...they leave Bach deader than he’s ever been..."

"Why don’t poems rhyme?.."

"...think of migration and the history of man..."

A bit of haiku

"...In this bullet train we are on our way..."

"...I am as tired as a wave..."

"I remember her wedding..."

"...a melancholic music..."

"...the countdown continues..."

"...Can a dirty hand teach the other hand to be healthy?..."

Bernard Pearson's poems appear in over one hundred and fifty publications worldwide, including Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review. He is also a published novelist, biographer and prize winning short story writer.

"...concrete and asphalt barnacles..."

"...fine-tuning is required..."

"...if it is of merit, it will reappear..."

"...rhythm trots its way into our hearts..."