Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·PinnedMember-onlyI 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 readPoetry On Medium2 min read
Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·PinnedMember-only12 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 readAdvice On Love4 min read
PinnedMember-onlyThe 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 readRemembrance Day2 min read
Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·Mar 29Member-onlyI Wait For HerTears of hoped for passions seep from my heart. Lips tender succulent and caramel sweet Upon a bench I languish, for her to meet. Will she arrive, a craving hot wind at my side, Or must I shy away, like school boy must hide? To stand firm in blind foolish…Poem Of The Day2 min readPoem Of The Day2 min read
Feb 5Member-onlyThe Rage Against Putin is MisplacedHow long will the vitriolic misdirected anger point at the wrong source? Across Medium a plethora of journalistic minds spew a foul river of hate towards Vladimir Putin and the evil he has unleashed on the Ukraine. Some of it is warranted, but is it all? …Politics5 min readPolitics5 min read
Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·Feb 3Member-onlyBegin, Began, Be done, Crushing ProcrastinationOne simple practice that dissolves the beast that gnaws away at aspiration. We all suffer from it to some degree, and if we claim we don’t, we are probably stumbling in a vague mist of anguished denial. The debilitating process of procrastination seeps, like wood rot, into our core and…Self Improvement5 min readSelf Improvement5 min read
Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·Jan 25Member-onlyI choose to, I don’t choose not to.Unable to utter a listicle, a ‘how to earn on medium’ or negative racial rant, I stagger as a drunk on the precipice of Medium irrelevance. Choice, why did you abandon humanity? I gazed as an innocent, if any in our world truly are, at the morning and I saw…Life Lessons3 min readLife Lessons3 min read
Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·Dec 21, 2022Member-onlyWho Blinds My Soul?Reflection is the bane of understanding Eyes closing, shrouded in a haze of gloom I search above, where lies heaven’s hope? Desperation, my only lover, invites me to her tomb Inching, a dirt-stained shuffling shadow, I grope. Confused, I move not to warmth or a belly filled with joy I edge…Poetry On Medium2 min readPoetry On Medium2 min read
Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·Oct 4, 2022Member-onlyWhat Evil Lurks in the Morning Fog?I gazed at a swallowing mass, terrified that I, too, would be consumed. The stilled sleep of fog beckons, hazed anonymous images drift, shapeless or shape-filled, vacant. Does the shadow question? In silence the mist waltzes, in grace it consumes the surface a rolling octopus of fog. It seeps over…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inILLUMINATION-Curated·Oct 1, 2022Member-onlyMy Hands Speak to MeGazing at your palms what do you see? Time’s passing leaves crevices that echo shattered trails like dry river beds memories drifting in ash of kindled hopes now gone. Servants forever humbled and bent, dutiful in youth, angered in gnarled age. You have served in solitude firm unwavering, yet unappreciated. You can…Poetry On Medium2 min readPoetry On Medium2 min read
