John F. McCullagh
Poems of John F. McCullagh
|1.||Sacred Flame (A tale of the Neanderthals) l||2/26/2010|
|2.||"84th floor west office 12 people trapped"||6/26/2014|
|3.||"To the People of Texas & All Americans in the World: "||10/4/2012|
|4.||(It Was) A Very Good Year.||10/24/2010|
|5.||50 Years on||11/21/2012|
|7.||A Brewed Awakening||11/29/2010|
|8.||A Candle in the Window||12/13/2014|
|9.||A Certain Star||12/14/2013|
|10.||A Child of Then||5/27/2012|
|11.||A Cry in the Night||11/4/2010|
|12.||A Cup of Tea||2/16/2010|
|13.||A Dark Day without Rain||11/12/2011|
|14.||A Farewell to Brittany||11/3/2014|
|15.||A Fool for Love||1/9/2015|
|16.||A hero of the City||8/15/2014|
|17.||A knife in the Heart||2/11/2011|
|18.||A Life in the Theater||5/1/2010|
|19.||A Light before Dying (Dark humor)||9/28/2010|
|20.||A Little Bit of Brooklyn||8/29/2010|
There is a house that haunts my days, a house that infiltrates my dreams.
It is seven stories tall and was not made by human hands.
In this house are many rooms and I can't catalog them all.
Its chambers reach out to eternity and back towards the fall.
That which the mind can't comprehend yet can be known by heart;
The sum of all the stars at night would only be a start.