Quite a lot of people suddenly deeply regret their association with Epstein years ago. 

We,

We live our values

We live them out loud

Let us soft sing them

That they might be heard

Let them fly in our fists

When no one is listening

May they run as blood

Down our flushed faces

As we stand fixed firm

Against slings and arrows

Flung through dark fear

Of the change we bring

As we take to the streets

One person at a time…

As a boy

As a man

I never identified with anyone

Better than i did with Peter

Not his power

Not his strength

Just him

Just that life

Getting up

Again

And again

And again

He kept getting up

That’s all I wanted

All i ever needed

Just the will to get up

Again

And again

And again

i learned
to throw rocks
up into the air
above my head
because this way
they would always
come back to me
no matter the injury
i wouldn’t be alone
though blood flowed
red across my face
Mr. misanthropic disgrace
i still had my stone
and a broken bone
to while away
the hours of this life

I’m getting a ton of hits on my blog from North Bergen, New Jersey. I wonder if I have my very own stalker? 😉

Since North Bergen is a major VPN infrastructure hub (especially for ExpressVPN) I suspect it is someone wanting to read my site but not wanting to be known for having read it. This is odd to me – I am a pretty friendly guy. Would love to connect with my avid reader. Feel free to comment here.

Cheers.

I think sometimes
It’s best to close your eyes
To turn away from pain
And let it happen
Beyond a thickening veil
Or else it buries you alive
Crushing you beneath the weight
Of unstoppable truth;
A light so bright
It turns you to ash.

What happens
When you cage a people
Take their children
Take their mothers
Their fathers and brothers
Take their grandparents
Crowd them in cattlecars
Beat them, bury them, gas them
And turn them to ash
Leaving them to the sky’s embrace?

You create a new thing
With iron teeth
With crushing claws
And a claxon cry of –
NEVER AGAIN!

What happens
When you imprison people
When you bomb people
Shoot their children
Shoot their mothers
Their fathers and brothers
Take their grandparents
Force them to the sea
Starve them, bulldoze them
Crush their brittle bones
Leaving them to the earth’s embrace?

You create a new thing…

My column in this week’s Winkler Morden and Altona Rhineland Voice newspapers along with a couple of rare gems – two great letters responding to my column about Mark Carney. 😉

after a time
one can wonder
if a thing dried up
was ever there at all
or if it was a mirage
like water in the desert
tempting you toward what?
death perhaps.

the well is empty now
of the contents of the past
those blood-salt waters
that left the throat parched
and the body desparate
for more of the same
the more you drank,
the more you drank;
but those days are gone
and the well still glimmers
full now of the present
to drink from til’ refreshed
without need to return
unless you want to
and i do, from time to time
to pause and look
and see myself staring back –
content.