They go to see the Changing of the Guard and then, like ants, descend into the Tube in a mad scurry to Speaker’s Corner where they swarm in droves around ice cream vendors. And the world walks by unseen. Not for the People Watcher. No. For her, the best part of all is strolling…
Even now that the wound has healed and the scar so barely shows there are times of pain and anguish when the nightmares let me know how fragile a mind can be as memory replays trauma into the night and yesterday’s sorrow fills the void with doubt and aching heart brought low making it hard…
The first poem I wrote was as a sophomore in college. Totally depressed at the time, I had little purpose and wanted to be anyplace else on Earth, doing just about anything else. There was nothing amusing about my mood but maybe that is why I came to realize poetry as a muse. Inspiration comes…
Florida Sunset
This is not a Florida sunset; this photo was taken from a freighter in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I tried valiantly to capture more than one sunset as we headed SW toward New Zealand. So different from the one in the poem and from the one in this site’s banner. That “Pink Beauty”…
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