I have written my whole life. Stories, essays, songs and more recently poems. I wrote a few story poems for my kids and they loved them. I started writing more regularly so I started a blog where I could share with more people. It served its purpose well but I wanted to make something easier to find and more personalized. So here we are.

Most of the material will be new, but I am going to post some oldies just to give you an idea of what my writing is like. There will also be photos that I take, mostly of nature stuff. There is a link to listen to my music if you’re interested. All my new works will be posted here. I hope you can find something you enjoy on this site, feel free to comment or share with friends. Thanks for visiting and come back again soon!


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We reach out to the universe

Through thought or prayer or ritual

The need for explanations

Is human and habitual


Impatient to unfolding life

We harvest much too soon

as changing as the currents

’round a newly freed balloon


Suspending expectation

but trying just the same

May float us to our freedom

up above the mortal game


Give your tears to victory

That swelling wave of pride

Seek out your great mystery

The purpose deep inside


Formatively we stumble

clinging to our walls

though we’ve come so very far

we look back through it all


Various ruts and gutters

in which we have spent time

Mountaintops and villains lair’s

that we did somehow climb


Those things over and under

we forget we’ve overcome

when we see the world before us

and what’s left to be done

First Love

Adorned in dusty cobwebs

At home in this crevice

I know it seems unusual

Exploring now this premise


Alone with just my thoughts

No teeth to sink into me

No jelly covered fingers

Trying to poke through me


I’ve become somewhat a hermit

In this darkened cranny

I’m honestly quite comfortable

Though my nose draws near my fanny


Yet I still miss the snuggles

From her tiny wrenching arms

Twas nice to be a presence

That never did her harm


Perhaps one day she’ll find me

And we’ll embark on new adventures

And I’m sure I’ll love her always

Whether she wears pigtails or dentures

Sentimental Sunday: Queen

Regality rings from each step
Though she was never crowned
Her face it brims with peace and joy
As if she’s never frowned

You feel her walk into a room
Although she’s unannounced
Her smiles burst like explosions
Her laugh is poised to pounce

Her arms fill in your empty spaces
When held in her embrace
Sometimes she stumbles publicly
Giving clumsiness a grace

She openly donates her tears
When yours don’t seem enough
She knows the things that need be said
Dispensing of the fluff

You know her eyes see so much more
Then she chooses to reveal
You know her heart has room to hold
The many that she’ll steal

Children of Ireland

An ocean roaring round her shores

A million shades of nature’s green

A magic that invites, implores

That, Alas, I’ve never seen


But there’s a spirit set in me

That spans beyond the drink and spud

A strength to face catastrophe

A joy that lives within my blood


The tales told well by my relations

Of a never ending pride

Of over coming tribulations

With hearts and smiles that both grew wide


You can hear it in the music

And see it in their sparkling eyes

When hardship comes we will live through it

For a fighting spirit never dies


So laugh plainly and loudly so

And gather friends as oft you can

Set music to your deepest woe

Like the children of fair Ireland


On gallows I’ve stood

Awaiting the lever

Perhaps an escape

For one much more clever


The tightening twine

The groaning of lumber

I’m closing my eyes

Approaching my slumber


A crack then a bang

A well needed breath

I pray ne’er again

to be so close to death


“Divine Intervention!”

The preacher cries out

The people protest

But bend to his clout


His hand on my shoulder

As I’m still unsteady

I nod when he asks

“Okay son, you ready?”


I sign my soul over

to powerful hands

so that no more upon

those gallows I’d stand




Descending this abyss I’ve built

Ripe for excavation

It brims with muck I’ve cast aside

And yearns for sanitation


Somehow walls have been erected

And countless doors locked up so tight

I’m going to need some heavy tools

To really do this right


Rusted rotting iron

With no hole for a key

I’m forced to sit and ponder

How old these rooms could be


What lies beyond the welded doors

With what can they be broken

Just what lies in wait for me

Once they are finally open


Each door feels like a memory

Though I cannot place it

Perhaps these barriers remain

For I’ve not the strength to face it


I feel my way through endless halls

Each door like solid rock

And finally it comes to me

So I ball my fist and knock




Long Time No See

I was so close

You were so far

from my mind that day

for the first time in ages

I had finally broken throughthe film of you

Breathed air that didn’t smell like you

Lived a day of my life all my own

No seeping streams of pain laced in my happiness

None of your clouds rolling past my sunshine

My smile was finally genuine, not fading to sadness at its end

My laugh was full and bold

untethered from memories of laughing with you

When my eyes closed, your face was gone

just like you, long months ago

but then –

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