Rearmament

A subtle observer of Nature, a Deep Ecologist before the term was coined. 

The Orkney Islands

A poem you wouldn’t be surprised to hear as filler on local TV news

Marvellous Travel

I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;

Bloodstains on the kitchen floor…

I don’t remember much, but my sister, I can tell you that she does. Drawing from the etch-a-sketch…

Small and Simple Is Un-American (Pt. 1 of 2)

Complexity, Minimalism, and Bilingual Poetry

I Don’t Love You.

I don’t love you with my eyes. They’re too weak, and weary. They’ve watched too much. Followed too many. They are stained, and…

Why I Love My Mother

The value of love, care, and commitment.

My mother is not the most educated.

My mother grew up poor in Saint Vincent.

Triptych

I don't want to forget, for fear of losing proof
that it ever was.

Living vicariously through
my own memories:
bare feet drenched in dew,
laying down
down in wet leaves.

A message that was never sent

(A Poetry)

I looked back