By the time I washed up on those shores it had been 5 years since Mom died, add another two since my marriages finale, and that morning I had been up all night, having returned alone to my apartment after another libatious evening within one of the bars that lined the shore of that lake, and I was restless. I had grabbed my camera and … Continue reading Setting And Rising Again
I was born on a hot sweaty day in North Carolina towards the end of the summer of love, 1967. Neither of my parents had any hippie aspirations, no marching on Washington for either of them, as Motown was their groove. From a family, on both sides of the 49th, of rural stock, generation after generation working the land that had passed down to them, … Continue reading And The Ringing In My Ears Is Her Silence
thru a lens i see Euston, in the mid-day sun of a new spring day inspired by the WPC :: FAVOURITE PLACE Continue reading looking out
Maybe in a way it’s like I put my grief in there too, and when I found it sitting, buried under a heap of all the things I hadn’t made time to sort out yet, after taking everything out, laying strewn around my small space, I dealt with the pieces, one by one, until that suitcase was the only thing left without a place. At … Continue reading Making Space For Better Things, Finally
the clear blue sky would rather be than most anywhere with her wheels underneath instead of my feet the parkway unfolds for me, the river at my side wind on my face and not a trace of him, you, them, or otherwise as i just ride ~~ * ~~ * ~~ for the WPC :: i’d rather be… Continue reading just Rose and i
The history geek that I am, in my spare time I can oft be found on the hunt for a new empire, epoch or otherwise to dive into, and this time it happened to be the Fall of Troy. So down I dove. The lecture I stumbled upon was from a scholar I was familiar, one Eric Cline. In 14 parts of 30 minutes each, … Continue reading You Know, Trojan Horses Fool Us All
It was lightly snowing as I walked across the way to the grocery store for bus tickets, passed the shop where I buy my families Christmas presents every year, passed the coolest pet shop in London, eatery, eatery, new eatery, my dentist, the library, a coffee shop, the hardware store, organic eatery and on down to the Black Walnut Cafe (the place to be) to … Continue reading Have A Nice Day Get Lost
Perhaps spurred on in part by a recent post from a journalist’s blog I have followed for a while, Broadside, in which she was speaking of this chaos, this morass of media that surrounds us, confusing us, at every turn. It’s been like a tsunami of distant proportions has taken over, as if chaos is a constant, and order is blasphemous, almost. I’ve been out … Continue reading Lessons From The Ides Of March
from the London Free Press – Thursday, February 22, 2018: He was a downtown London fixture, the skinny old hippie with the long beard, the rumpled second-hand clothes and a suit jacket covered in buttons, standing outside Joe Kool’s reciting his poetry, happily coaxing the people on Richmond Row to listen and ask what he had in his two heavy, duct-taped plastic bags of papers … Continue reading When A Poet Dies
he’s leaving in the spring my friend, not to the moon not on a plane 555.5 Kilometers away and my world will be less a carpenter –*– –*– –*– –*– –*– inspired by the wpc :: STORY Continue reading what is he?
wpc :: OUT OF THIS WORLD Continue reading Hooded Merganser
from more broken dreams and hollow words, marching one, two, three with a bravery born from of a grievous cupidity colonial fears the hands of a state creates a river of tears beyond their years and through it all, some learned nothing at all before the fall we knew it all, they say, like water flows blind and washes the slate and maybe one day … Continue reading my thoughts and prayers
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