Neall Calvert Poetry Collection
Only an expanding heart . . . one that under-stands Those who ignore their history are doomed to repeat it.
Stories Poems Essays
The Rock Wall
Poor Dad was completely booked. So, I took it upon myself to become a professional, certified rock hunter…
Reverb
A thousand ideas bouncing and bounding inside my head, knocking the smoke out of me, drumming up plans for the day after…
Boundaries
And yet, now, as I stood with him I found myself clawing for words, searching for something to say…
On God’s Green Earth
There’s always going to be ‘just too much’, if you can’t divorce yourself from your damn job.
The Burden of Perspicacity
I have a support group made up of parents who have lost a child to suicide. We all want to know WHY…
Auntie rarely talks about
The numbing aftershocks as four farm families buried sons in closed caskets, automobile rubble robbing her last chance…
O’hara
He washes under cold water and his sins clog the drain. Blocks of black bakhoor burn by the mirror filling the bathroom with the scent of the Kaaba.
You Can’t See Me
The bus, like all buses in Hyderabad, smells like lemons… and people. Landlocked and sweltering, Hyderabadians have developed an affinity for citrus.