Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, short story and short novels. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. His work has been published in magazines and anthologies on-line and off. His main ambition is to have a book of his stories and poems published.
TerryCollett is a member of Purple Passion Gallery. 2 per day .
Ashes. Millie’s father’s ashes. Her sisters, Molly and May wanted nothing to do with them; they didn’t want to go to their father’s funeral, but Millie begged and persuaded the…
They say Bukowski / Boozed in this bar, picked / Poems from his brain / Like buckshot from a Poacher’s ass, but that / Picksow drinks here now, / And nothing comes his / Way but broken word…
Some things do not change, / Many things change and / Some are forever Changing, but this shall / Not change, this moment / Here with you, with those Stars, that moon, this sweet / Semi-dar…
Sister Felicity dug in the trowel, moved over a handful of earth, saw worms and crawling insects that made her cringe. They won’t harm you, she could almost hear her father say in that deep bass voi…
Whether he would return again, / Whether he would repeat / The words he spoke, Or joke about it all / And try to pass it off / As a mere mood piece, She didn’t know, / But the leaving of …
It was in Piccadilly Circus, / She remembered, / At some bar, drinking, / Thinking of Randal, His long hair, those eyes / That set her on fire, / His talk of Mahler, / His love of Venice, …