Vietnam V

I stare down into waterburn.
This urge to enter what we see.
Unrefracted tropical sun
with its whole arm
works deeply the ocean interior.

A Pilgrimage to East Coker

The village that inspired T.S. Eliot’s most reflective poetic work

Is Poetry Dead as an Art Form?

How language has been emptied of potency, and a call to arms to find…

How poetry can make your life better

For most people in the modern world poetry is becoming somewhat arcane. It is a lesser form of…

Kin, Kindred, Kind, Kindness.

How words teach us about what it means to be human.

Collected Poems

Below you can find a set of my best (by my own reflection) poems from my time publishing here grouped in one place. I don’t know…

angels are as real as the moon

When I walked in the garden, at dusk after the storm, the wind raced…

5 poets you’ve never heard of

Contemporary voices that will expand your poetry reading

First Light

A poem

Spiders in the cold,
bees in inarticulate bunches
hang from a day’s work.
Waiting for light they wait
to…

Water’s Way

It takes 500 years for the ocean’s waters
to complete one trip around the earth.
National…