‘Am I only?’ published at MasticadoresUSA

As the magnetic resonance flashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only... Continue reading at MasticadoresUSA. I have been writing a lot about life and death recently. Perhaps it is because of the pandemic, which has brought this topic... Continue Reading →

Gozd – Forest #poetry #translation

So quiet and desolatethere the forest stands,like a disarmed soldier staresbeyond, with empty hands. No longer does it roar nor shrinkbeneath the distant sun -as in a waking dream of kingsbeneath the mountain, Krn. Alas, by wind, by waterall my joy has fled…as barren as nature’s evening mistby twilight silence fed. As there within the... Continue Reading →

I write my heart out… #haibun #dVerse

I write my heart out down the page in big, bold letters: HereEverAfterReadTruth I also write my truth. What is my truth? ToReceive Understanding Travel Here Travel where? To the:  Compass-defyingEternalNeverlandTidalReciprocalEden If I’d used American English, this would have read ‘Eden Reciprocal.’ Perhaps it would have sounded better. Still, it’s the same place: the centre of a black... Continue Reading →

The Freedom of the City #poetry #poem

I walk the streets once more and feelthe freedom of the cityafter being absent for so longfreedom ofsweltering summer heatsweating in the shade andaching swollen feetfreedom of anonymity freedom of all life in one dayfreedom of history mingled with modernityfreedom is salty sweat-tangfreedom is sunlit streetfreedom is the rhythm ofhuman life, imperfect yet perfect for todayI feelthe freedom... Continue Reading →

Is everybody ok?

Imagine being able to squeeze those words outwith your dying breath because that's what you'd been thinking about for so long'Is everybody ok?'The starving childrenthe hungry millionsthe Black peoplethe Latinosthe Asians?The working people who want to feed and clothe their familiesthe seekers of equality?Is everybody ok?Is anybody ok who has their dreams pulled out from... Continue Reading →

When poppies whisper…#poetry #poem

Poppies stop me on my wayblazing at the break of dayI stop beyond the shield of treeswhere poppies whisper in the breeze. Though thrifts and meadowsweet are fineand also sing at morning timein truth I only stop for these poppies, which whisper on the breeze. While busily the honeybeeslight on clover and eglantinethey cannot stir my... Continue Reading →

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