Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·PinnedI Came to a Bridge While Out WalkingIn the midst and turmoil of daily life where do we cross to find ourself? A Bridge to Our Self Once Taken — a free verse poem I came across a bridge and lingered before crossing Stone and mosaic moss, it slept before me Paths worn and tired, it tempted…Poetry On Medium2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Pinned12 Thoughts When Spooning at DawnHow to know if the choice was right, a review when cuddling after 40 years. The Disclaimer : I am not boasting the years I have accumulated, that is not my intent, I was fortunate and I recognize everyone has their own road to walk. …Advice On Love4 min read
PinnedThe PostStanding in No Man´s land, a charred post views our heroes. The post stood alone, brittle, bereft of kindness, a peering eye. Between the trenches it watched as man´s hubris sputtered by. Raging courage, to quell the fears, it saw men blindly race to the fore, Soon to be slaughtered…Remembrance Day2 min read
9 hours agoAbuse me, Confuse me, I Rise AgainWhere do I find myself in life’s torrents — Mind swirling, an old spin washer thoughts clang in my brain eyes search desperately for light Gaze inside, where have I gone? I stand, a charred rose petals crisped with vile insults unwanted, discarded from thought spurned by a proclaimed superiority Once kind eyes now seek to maim to cripple a…Poems On Medium2 min read
1 day agoIn Denial Our Demise Runs AmokRiders of the apocalypse; a bear, cow, panda and eagle stand poised to feed on the carrion that is earth Day by day desultory news ramapages across our screens. Heartbreaking images of violence inundate our news as if the offenses to humanity carry more cache than our achievements. …Politics4 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·5 days agoWhat if I Never Love AgainThe rejection of even one’s own creativity makes devastation complete — An ache lingers within like distant listless snows wafting behind my eyes isolation, an icicle of hope stands and stares in stillness Drooping branches of thoughts piercing cold makes spirits fade my cold eyes blister, why? Shuffling, hands buried in pockets shoulders beaten, bent, small, unseen Snow’s brilliance crushed underfoot irrelevant…Poems On Medium1 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·6 days agoI Gaze at My Completed Novel in ConfusionWhere do we find the permission to write? — I was told the only way to discover true freedom is to be a writer. I was told the only thing a writer needs is freedom. I stand perplexed as the tide of understanding ebbs in and out across the glistening sands of my intention. What is freedom? Is a…Poetry3 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Jun 18The Progress of Humanity is a LieWhere will we run went there is only scorched earth to cushion our souls? — Gazing at cool water I heard it laugh Or was it cry A sneer of disdain The parched, echoing bark of reprimand Touching a green leaf The burn of hate A mild sting of spite A gentle flutter of dismissal Decayed and brittle it crumbles away Breathing burned my nostrils A…Poetry On Medium2 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Jun 16Will the Proletariat Rehearse the UprisingThe loyalty of a cradle to grave workforce has died in Japan I recently read an article by Toni Crowe relating the actions of a young man who chose to leave his job with 30 seconds notice. It is an interesting, thought provoking article. It got me thinking about the…Japan4 min read
Published in ILLUMINATION-Curated·Jun 6I Stood in the RainGolden sunshine washed over mePoetry On Medium1 min readby author, Barcelona port, todayI Stood in the Rain----2
