Monthly Archives: December 2017

Note;  This is a rather overwrought poem from 1987 Now I’m just wrought   Nothing I don’t survive Left at the alter a gain no altered states for Small, no sheltered status at all, no melting status ne mas no … Continue reading →

About Early Sunday Night Two for Paula About Early Sunday Night Bob Small-12/20/87   If that wasn’t heaven why am I hearing bells why am I singing songs new to this world if that wasn’t heaven _____________________________________________________________________________ In the halls … Continue reading →

Graham, Heidnik, Philadelphia #2   dead Black Female Bodies stacked like waxy boxes in north philly rooms the urge to murder as urgent as a drink as surging as a drug, then the murderholic again + again+ again- just another … Continue reading →

This is a test, This is only a test   1) The  woman knocks on your door loudly, persistently As you open the door, she launches into her diatribe She tells you and your wife that you spent all of … Continue reading →

Even the Holiday decorations Even the Holiday decorations did not want to be there most had left before we came or really just didn’t care the waitstaff in the lunchroom were so busy with their words that those we might … Continue reading →

Writing about Writing   Have been busy working on the script for a BBC Radio Play Contest (don’t expect to win, do expect to enter) Have a rough copy epic to put on wordpress did not win Moonstone Chapbook contest … Continue reading →

Untitled Dream  #1   In this dream of the life I did not have I woke up hung over mid 1980’s in the bed of the house we did not live in she had already left for her little job … Continue reading →

Crime & Safety from next door Swarthmore UpdatesTips & Resources Your neighborhood + 34 nearby. The Illegal Stop Sign Robert Small, Swarthmore · The Illegal Stop Sign Around 4:30pm today, we were crossing Yale Avenue at Rutgers, walking towards town, … Continue reading →

Update on last post   This Poem, Wild Dogs in South Philly was the first one I had published in Philadelphia Poets  i. e. the real world.   Now, WordPress is publishing the  link to the Poem, instead of the … Continue reading →