

An Icy Wind
There’s an icy wind a blowin’ Hard across the land Creeping in the between the cracks Rattling the old back door The troops they are a gatherin’ Taking up their signs Armed with righteous fury Into the streets they pour A storm is fiercely brewin’ Deep into the night If you listen closely You can clearly hear the roar A reckoning is comin’ The oppressed are on the rise In numbers unlike any The world has seen before With great faith we are fightin’ A battle for what’s
Nov 71 min read


The Waiting Place
We hover in this waiting place Where time stands still Between the here and the after Earthly concerns fall further and further away As...
Apr 292 min read


Small Acts of Resistance
I am a rebel at heart. A hippie child of the sixties and seventies, I have been quietly pushing at the edges of patriarchal and societal...
Apr 192 min read


Nothin' Left to Lose
Erik Erikson places me squarely In the eighth and final phase Of psychosocial development My rapidly approaching death Has provided...
Mar 81 min read


The Hand That Rocked The Cradle
Our wish to keep her here with us Cannot stem the tide Of sand running through the hourglass Beckoning her to the other side ...
Mar 41 min read


Poetry
I don't write a lot of poetry, but occasionally I am inspired by some event in my life or in the world around me to take a stab at it. I...
Oct 6, 20241 min read


Writing, Writing, Writing...
If you are wondering where I've been for the last many months since my most recent post, I have been writing. Ignoring my blog, my...
Feb 15, 20242 min read




