Poet Commentaries

July 2017

Riding a Meteor

July 30, 2017 // 0 Comments

  I did not know Chester Bennington.  His music was not listened to.  My children would have been warned about the neighbourhood he comes from, yet I am truly sorry [...]


July 28, 2017 // 0 Comments

I write this in response to Road Rage, not a specific “cause”.  My point quite simply is to remind people of the underlying expectation that exists in every act of [...]

Welts and Whelps

July 25, 2017 // 0 Comments

Oh this is so very cool.  A positive and hopeful side of parenting and empathy.  How we are just never that smart or that cool and never could be.   Today I get to start [...]

Adopting Forgiveness 2

July 24, 2017 // 0 Comments

Previous Blog: Adopting Forgiveness   Sooner or later it will dawn on my readers that I have absolutely no plan.  I think that is why I wrote first about forgiveness. [...]

Adopting Forgiveness

July 22, 2017 // 1 Comment

Three nights in a row I awoke because of dreams.  They happen regularly.  They emanate from my experiences with adoption and my worry for my kids.  I know I must write and [...]


July 20, 2017 // 0 Comments

the indigenous of me the verge explodes beside plowed field   The poem below was for a contest where one had to write in 12 lines about the country one lived in. (the [...]

The Season of Breathless

July 17, 2017 // 0 Comments

In the back of my head is the next generation of poems.  I do not even know what they are going to be of yet, I may not enjoy writing them even but still I can feel them [...]

This Breath

July 16, 2017 // 0 Comments

Wrong 101.  It is a required course that you never graduate from as you study towards your Master’s in “Joy” and “Fulfilled”.  As a Christian [...]

A Pinch of Sand

July 13, 2017 // 0 Comments

I am never quite sure how my family members, workers, and so many people like them that I meet inspire poetry.  I think it is because they are poetry translated to breath. [...]


July 11, 2017 // 0 Comments

This was written sometime ago.  It makes a difference to the reader as the distance of time from the story changes the empathy required.   DNR The slosh, slop and eddy of [...]