William McCully Poems

'Don’t try until I can help you.'
I roll the wheelchair into place and lock it down
She reaches for support – hands grasping at air
Where she believes life’s handle should be
...

A little too comfortable
Chair’s too soft
Life’s too quiet
Sleep comes too easy
...

Ahh, sweet Loraine
What shall we do?
Now that Zevon’s dead
Before he roamed the streets of Denver
...

I fear of death but don’t know why
The logic isn’t there
The fear only exists
Because there is nothing to compare
...