There is solace in the bush, among… there is redemption laying on the… by the river as the troubles flow… There is peace to be found in the… of the mountains to the West.

The poet unafraid is hardly a poet… but dull in understanding of the power and impotence in his… .? ’?

It was the only swing in the park… as you swang on it, iron rasping angrily against iron. This one felt the edge, the seat vibrating slightly as you…

On this day I would observe a min… I would celebrate and mourn in tha… the many who have died in and for… green island, for her survival, ba… at times, and in some places more…

Living with constant fears is like red wine spilt on white ca… or trees uprooted from the bank of a river too often in flood. It’s looking backwards

When all cruelty has been done to the homeless, the weak, and pri… being bused to their deaths, when every vulgar display of power has exhausted itself in fury,

My alternative mother kept pace only with Jesus. With a generosity of spirit —unmatched in my life— she adopted me into her family,

There are so many things forgotten… but only a mere handful remembered… and among those unforgotten ones, many wait, hovering on the cliff o… If I could just collect up all th…

My glassy presence in the night light is alone . . . talking to me. At me.

Sly the Sullen Troll sat by the d… that was his bed, under the bridge… and sighed. He stared at his lonel… since he was alone with no friends… since they left when he took a lov…

Would I be handsome in baggy red… and red and blue makeup? Would I be more, if I were to be… except for the blowing of a horn? Would I be understood better usin…

I am finding I am going home if I haven’t in some measure found the landing port that is in sight of my true and original self

The Valley of the Shadow of Deat… travels through the streets of my… bringing in with it the refugees, the sinners and saints of flotsam. It’s filled with meth heads and ju…