[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We didn't sail then,we got shot instead,the wrong words didwhat they usually do. Our bodies smelled,most sailors threw up,a lot of tourists stoppedto observe our quietude. We disappointed all,we just stood up to go,our work was not...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Once it was hunted, about to extinction,For its oil that would yield light,Now petroleum is of distinction,Illuminating mind’s dark night. I worry somewhat about the species,‘Tho no more the Nantucket sleighride,Congrats for the thinking and new theses,Wherein...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The joyful games of a youthful boy (or girl),Simple pleasures, easily done,Gained from play in freedom’s whirl,Completed in the afternoon sun. Goals and thoughts of a child,Easy fantasy with make-believe,Kingdoms and castles in fantasy wild,Not a serious...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] What shall I say about Leopold,That quaint figure of an age gone,And, a ruler, ‘tho more a rogue,Once, to his power, many were drawn? To claim a land as one’s possession,‘Mid the scramble for African land,Can empire...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] What is this thing we call peace,The end of rumbling tanks and guns,When silence falls on soldiers’ decease,Those missing youths—daughters and sons? Where old men (and women) stumble down the hall,Mumbling about their mixed success,Too busy to...