April 22, 2007
A statue fragment in La Ruinas de Copan, Honduras. Picture taken in 2001.
A poem that appears in my book: Porcina – A Voice From the Shadows by Trafford Publishing.
Crimson City
Reaching out with arms
Made bloody
From a night of mourning.
I grasp at wisps of yearning.
Christ; but I have fought
The royal fight
And taken issue with
The blasphemies poured
Upon your name and
Lost one hundred nights of sleep.
Still, I am waiting
Here within the portals
Of this bleak and crimson city
By the shore.
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January 21, 2007
A poem from my recent book: Porcina – A Voice from the Shadows. How I look at ‘words’.
Words
Words – their sounds, their meanings, their potential to be a force; intrigue me and I seek to expand the envelope of the spoken sound, from the guttural urge to the flatulent bark; From the silent “o” to the whispered “no!” It will always have a fascination that will keep me searching, Groping, falling, pitching, stumbling, yet continuing to grow. Oh, I love it so! This is when I feel my strength – My calling – my nom de plume.
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