Terence Winch

(1945 / New York City)

Terence Winch Poems

1. Three Addresses 4/16/2015
2. My Work 9/9/2016
3. The Welsh People 9/9/2016
4. The Documents 9/9/2016
5. Q & A 9/9/2016
6. Grace 9/9/2016
7. Small Potatoes 9/9/2016
8. Plums 9/9/2016
9. Money, Food, Love 9/9/2016
10. Memoir 9/9/2016
11. The Banalities 9/9/2016
12. Germ Plasma 9/9/2016
13. Bourgeois World 9/9/2016
14. Captions 9/9/2016
15. Full Disclosure 9/9/2016
16. The End of the World Polka 9/9/2016
17. Irish Town 9/9/2016
18. Incidents of Travel in the Minivan 9/9/2016
19. Blind Date 9/9/2016
20. The Sacrifice 9/9/2016
21. Recoveries 9/9/2016
22. Off the Map of Love 9/9/2016
23. The Sisters 9/9/2016
24. Easter 2016 9/9/2016
25. Ancient Footprints 9/9/2016
26. Morning Prayers 9/9/2016
27. Proclamation For My Father In 1965 9/9/2016
28. Sic Transit Gloria 9/9/2016
29. Jennifer Connelly Sestina 9/9/2016
30. Urban Turtles 9/9/2016
31. Noise Under Glass 9/9/2016
32. Comfort 9/9/2016
33. Mysteries 9/9/2016
34. Ghosts 9/9/2016
35. Civilized Atmospheres 9/9/2016
36. Sex Elegy 9/9/2016
37. In Relation Against 9/9/2016
38. It Takes All Kinds 9/9/2016
39. Brain Music 9/9/2016
40. Winter Babies 9/9/2016
Best Poem of Terence Winch

The Irish Riviera

I wish I could remember the names
of these two old guys I used to see
when I was a kid and spent my summers
in Rockaway which was known as The Irish Riviera
one of them played the fiddle the other played
the accordion and I think one of them wore
a top hat they just wandered in and out of bars
playing for drinks they were like bums
but I still remember how fine they sounded

[from Irish Musicians/American Friends, Coffee House Press, 1985]
http://www.terencewinch.com

Read the full of The Irish Riviera

My Friends

for Doug Lang

They came here first in a car shaped like a heart
and now they depart as brilliant jazz musicians.
They arrived in full costume, rolling north
through a winter of neon.
Now I watch them leaving me
in a moonlight of falsettos.

[Report Error]