These are some of my thoughts from my Wattpad page. They were written over several years as the mood struck me. I am not a poet in my own mind but I do hope there are things here that will resonate with you.
a collection of thoughts, poetic and otherwise, related to feeling different and not fitting in.
Reach for the Hands
this is another experiment writing words and using Fiverr to put it to music. I won’t call it a song, more like experimental poetry.
an early morning write that looks towards the evening of life.
This poem was triggered by someone I know who seems to be following a fraught path.
just a playful run around the branches on this one.
I drove through skid row today and was reminded again of the great irony of the homeless and mentally ill living on the streets of one of the richest countries of the world.
The Gray Man
I have been thinking a bit about getting older and how some people treat the old.
Thinking about aging and an old Navaho gentleman I met – fierce in youth, paratrooper, bronco buster, strong, not brought down by dementia and soon to take his journey home.
I AM A ROCK
Sometimes we think we stand alone. Or above. Or apart. But life has a way of wearing down walls built of fear, ignorance, selfishness, and apathy until we are faced with the undeniable truth of our need for others.
The Birth of Hope
hope is born and reborn with each step and with each generation; rising it opposes darkness and serves to guide and strengthen us when we are lost.