From The Lir


So I’m sitting in the Lir

Rafting at Fisherman’s wharf,

Clouds cuddling round,

Rain drip dropping down,

Wind building stronger,

The Lir

Just rocking and bobbing

Going nowhere,

Like a love affair

That isn’t,

That doesn’t get off

Of the ground,

Just flirting and winking,

Consumed by the possibilities

Should everything come together.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins”

12:50 PM September 27, 2013

A Pickle


A pickle

If left to its

Own devices

May tickle your

Fancy and perhaps

Play you where

It hurts the most

And feels the best,

Funny thing

About a pickle

Is that it’s nothing

Without the brine,

So whatever pickle

You may find yourself in

Be prepared for a bit

Of sting.


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins”

6:06 PM September 26, 2013



There are simply times

When you don’t know why

And you can’t explain

That ancient cry

That echoes through

Your being,

That urges you

To do you don’t know what,

That beckons you

To go you don’t know where,

That leaves you with

A crazy stare

And people wondering

What you’re on.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins”

8:20 PM September 24, 2013