Category Archives: Poems

“As all of life’s a tragedyThere’s no more point in choosing –The greatest moments of our livesWe’ll all soon end up losing.” Thus spake the Buddha, then he dancedInto the funeral pyre;And all his devotees, entranced,Watched him as he expired. … Continue reading →

Good Morning!What’s so good about it?Is it good because you said so?I hate mornings!What if I don’t feel that way? Why doesn’t anyone say…OK morning orbad morning oraverage morning orhungover morning or‘I’m sick of mornings’ morning? The truth about waking … Continue reading →

This is a kind of declaration or manifesto about writing, about it being a deep aspect of who I am. About choosing to write. (Do you choose? Perhaps only in the same sense as you choose whether to be yourself.) … Continue reading →