Poem: Christmases Past

It’s that time of year to bring out old boxes
Filled with trinkets of years past
Locked away after each Christmas
To try and save their magic for another year
That they still possess inside their fragile frames

Poem: Chairs Up

When the laughter goes silent
Like a bar at closing
Where the chairs are all up
The floor is swept
And it’s me and this bottle
With all the ghosts of the night