Monthly Archives: March 2018

behind the paced metallic clatter of nursing rounds the mind migrates to a place where solitude is light and the man in the moon is silent and stubborn, like the stars refusing to speak english, though old sun, a free sprit, speaks love in every language come morning i awaken to gusty bursts of citrus colors, lively yellow ginkgo leaves boogie-woogie in the wind, with pen in claw, a grumpy old crow… Read More

  Bay City, Poem I San Francisco Bay. Seagulls plant themselves near heavy metal, making tracks across a bridge. It’s well know for its span and golden beauty. Like a gothic cathedral, it spins toward heaven, stops short, dips and trips to the other side. Same story. Only the address has changed. Bay City, Poem II The seagulls spin and spiral and call. They fly into the wind and over water. Dawn… Read More

  My apologies to all those who shared poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt. I didn’t realize today was Tuesday and time to post your wonderful work for all to see. The reason – not excuse, as they say – is I am totally in airhead mode with this relocation. So, here we go … still Tuesday by me but I know for some of you it’s already a… Read More

“It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a [wo]/man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression… Read More