A new poem kindled by the current conflagration
[loaded as photos so that I could preserve formatting my web platform does not support]
Still the lessons of history are lost on us.
How we forget the human cost of war and calculate that ends are worth the means?
'which war' was written and published over 40 years ago.
It came to mind as the world is plunged into misery once again, by forces out of control and people delusional and self-destructive.
An Everyday, Garden Variety, Run of the Mill Prayer for Peace is as relevant today as when it was written in 1991
The Toll of War
Sometime ago, I read Ron Chernow’s biography of Grant. The aftermath of the battle of Shiloh reminded me of my poem, "collect their souls," a requiem for the fallen. It seems more than relevant once again in the current era. Click below.
Early Morning Moon
I borrowed the title of this poem as name for my website in homage to the new day that greets us everyday and the new moon that follows the waning crescent which I take to heart as symbol of fresh oportunities that await us.
was it the american dream?
Welcome to the Online Collection of My Poetry
I have named the site after a recent poem in which I tried to capture the unique miracle that is our earth; how precious the planet and how important the opportunity that we mature as a species in order to preserve our habitat.
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