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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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 –


You have not yet drawn me out

You have not yet reached inside

Upon the steps you stand

Staunchly with your pride


You hem and haw and tap

And dart your eyes about

Safe now from the rain

But still you are without


Within the hearth awaits you

With frames still left to fill

Yet the threshold still abates you

Though your heartbeats trill


The lights within are dimming

Yet on my steps you strut

And though our heads are swimming

The door is groaning shut



Regrettably I must inform you

I cannot go on

My faculties are scrambled

my mind is far and wan


My fantasies are blending

into my conscious brain

When focus is penultimate

my mind is still free range


So I must keep my distance

and drive you from my thoughts

Before you there were thoughts

too precious to be bought


So please be gone temptation

I have a life to live

One that couldn’t e’er progress

with what I’ve left to give

Sentimental Sunday: Figurehead

Clawless and clueless

he swipes at his prey

but somehow they feared him

and all shrank away


Giving their power

for it seemed of no use

they abided the roaring

and took the abuse


He wanted to lead them

they all fell in line

not seeing the danger

though they would in time


They blocked the cave mouth

please don’t go inside

but they were the victims

of their fears and their pride


So into the maw

they all seemed to vanish

and those who would help

were chastised and banished


In darkness they cowered

convinced by his roar

not realizing there was

no light anymore


The bursting mouths of truth

That douse the puzzled brows

Sealed throughout their suffering

But no more can allow


And as the words escape

To you it sounds of screams

For you never needed bravery

To speak about your dreams


Of you they were expected

Solicited in fact

But never would its burden

Be thrust upon your back


The spoils excavated

From blood and perspiration

As your pockets bulged

As your cruelty held your station


Even once the bells presented

Ringing out in freedom

You tried with might for years

To ensure no one  could see them


Now that a subtle glint

Has blossomed to a shine

You mournfully lament the days

That all was naught but thine



Crossed hearts still break their promises

Changed minds can change again

We all become accomplices

When we fight another’s sin


Blind eyes a respite given

in order to survive

We beg and bend and bargain

to keep our hope alive


Possess yourself in patience

and turn your head away

for surely things will soon make sense

but surely not today

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