Category: My Work
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Broken Teeth
Broken Teeth Perched high on a solitary hill Overlooking a wide and snakey river Stood a row of broken teeth Grinning no longer, Each one a reminder Of short and brutal lives. They spoke of those who came To tame and till these fertile fields. They named their towns After those they left behind, Paisley,…
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Framed in a Lens
Framed in a Lens You were taking a photo As I was taking one of you. You wore a long flowing sheath Of blue as skies after a summer rain. My camera held you still As gentle breezes wafted your hem And streamerโd your hair. You overlooked a sea of reeds, Dry as a cornstalks…
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Grenadier Pond #2
Grenadier Pond #2 All I have is a photo Scanned and copied many times, A wonder the colour still remains. You wore an eye-catching tube-top, The colour of newly-opened leaves That hugged you Like I so wanted to do In that moment. The sun on your hair cast a halo Of impossible stars In the…
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Desert Crossing
Desert Crossings It has been a long, long journey Beset by thieves and inclement weather. Survival was a very near thing, At times It hung by a thread. A time of many anthems And a certain degree of nobility, A nobility that awoke To an uncertain dawn, Or a dark dawn for a generation Dying…
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Empty Gazes
Empty Gazes Do visions unfold in that vacant stare? Does the world of long ago, (playing out on a slowly receding screen that masks your failing grip on a tenuous reality and the indignities imposed by many years), Hide behind those shuttered eyes? Do you roam the halls of golden palaces Or cower in dungeons,…
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Andrea – A Perspective
Andrea Crowned with hair, That is that not-so-white shade of snow Piled up by a city street, A shade as difficult to describe As skies before a summer storm. If distinguished can be described as a colour, It is his. With the grace of an accomplished politician And the air of a casual George Clooney,…
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Navel Gazing
Navel Gazing To know what is right You must first know what is wrong. To know what is wrong You must have a scale To judge the thing in question. In order to judge, There must be discernment To measure the accuracy Of your judgement. That can take either time Or training, Or a keen…
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Islands of Ideas
Islands of Ideas So much to tell. So much to relate. Molten lava words bubble, Rising to the surface, bursting out In pyroclastic fury, Building islands of ideas Into unforgiving seas. Life as we know it Evolved on this spinning globe. Moved from sea to land In microscopic stages Invisible by human scale. It took…
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Mask & Measure
Mask & Measure Am I writing to convince others Of what I want them to believe About my values and about me? Am I hoping to convince them that my mask is real? Are all these high sounding words and phrases Just a smoke screen To hide my ugliness? Measure me by qualities that you…
Palimpsest 