Art is what makes us human. It defines us as unique from the rest of the animal kingdom because we can conceptualize and contemplate something that another has created. Art inspires us, it reminds us of our vulnerability and our own mortality. It stirs our emotions and stokes the fires of our hearts to continue, to endure, to have compassion, to be kind. Continue reading April is Poetry Month
Sometimes I get to wondering how I can win this fight.
When all I seem to gain from it all is another sleepless night.
I am so ingrained in myself.
It’s a wonder I learn at all.
For the sake of my mental health.
Please pick me up should I fall. Continue reading Helplessness
She said with a smile.
Rested her hands on her knees.
Drew a breath and then while
she sat still
the world paused,
got bigger and then
She exhaled. And then did it again.
I wrote this after a workshop in which the above mentioned looked absolutely wretched, miserable and to be honest near tears. My heart went out to the soulful honest fellow though I didn’t have the bravery to give it to him. I hope he likes it should I get the guts. Continue reading For Frank
If life is a rat race then I want to lose.
If it’s do or die then I want to choose.
If love is the answer then I know it all.
I’ve seen the forest for the trees and no it ain’t that eas-y to explain….
Continue reading Dreaming a Life