Reflections
Some Things You Might Have Missed
I’ve been writing some pieces that haven’t been going on Substack - here’s how you can read them:
Reflections
I’ve been writing some pieces that haven’t been going on Substack - here’s how you can read them:
Poems
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI have been a hider in the shadows, Hoping to fly to the meadows—but I, Knowing that under the night sky must be A flowering sun you must see, I choose To wash out the stains of my blues.
Reflections
Pushback Poetry #3 Is Now Live
Poems
A poem - and a new book - to mark the end of an era.
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI have been a hider in the shadows, Hoping to fly to the meadows—but I, Knowing that under the night sky must be A flowering sun you must see, I choose To wash out the stains of my blues.
A poem - and a new book - to mark the end of an era.
Poetry
A Poem and a Directory
An exploration of the poems of Dylan Thomas - and his showcase of using poetry to move through grief.
The winning combination I've found in keeping my sanity in a turbulent world.
My first article in a series for the Solari Report
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIt gets hard to love you When your heart has burrowed down, Frightened by the thought That a predator's around. You hide out in the hides Of the ones you called your kin I call to you to
An invitation to re-align with your creativity and soul essence.
A Poem on Masculinity
The unintentional consequence of AI language models, and how we might get a new wave of excellent poets that will prove why human creativity cannot be matched.
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBalance this weighty world and its trance Without seeking the urge to tap-out. Holding out through all that's unfolding, You bring the dark to light as you sing. Harness the truths that you channel in earnest; They&
On The Poetry of Phillis Wheatley
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI broke the law of gravity today, So that I could soar high into the sky. The physics cops spotted me right away And so they gave chase in their police plane. They had to cuff me with an iron
On The Poetry of W.E. Henley