Where do you start? It’s safe to say we’ve all just been through one hellish presidential campaign. You’d have to go back to antebellum America to find our nation so completely at odds with itself. There’s little historical precedent for such a time as this. 

One of the most obvious things you notice in this type of situation, is not only how deeply entrenched each side becomes, buy how they will each view the proceedings through a very biased filter. It’s like everyone is wearing special tunnel vision glasses that don’t allow the individual more than one view or  perspective. 

To some extent this is normal when people get passionate about an event such as an election. At the end of the day though, once all the votes are in and counted, things generally begin to mellow out. One side wins, the other looses. 

No so this time.

What’s scary about this election is the people who won’t take their special glasses off. They’ve still got tunnel vision.

While there are more than a few people still calling for Ms Clinton’s indictment, the media circus surrounding Mr Trump is a true phenomenon.

Long after the Democratic leadership, including president Obama and secretary Clinton, have said OK, let’s get behind this guy and give him a chance,  the combatants refuse to lay down their arms. Never before has a president-elect been subject to such extremely caustic and critical defamation of character.

Am I sure this guy is the answer to all of the world’s problems?

No. Not by a long shot. A lot remains to be seen. But therein lies the heart of the matter.

However we arrived here, this is where we’re at, and this is where we need to move forward from. How we do that is going to reflect on us as a nation, as a people.

The battle in which everyone invested so much is over. It’s time to move on.

It’s time to stop. It’s time for America to pull together and start looking at the bigger picture.

Let’s take off our glasses.


Recent reflections have led to a gradual but profound revelation, the assessment of which leads me to the conclusion that our social tenants,  both here and abroad are listing sadly to port. Not to say there are no good or useful phenomena in place, but rather wondering what those look like should their places of concealment be revealed. All said and done, it’s a matter of priority, something else I fear, that may be foundering on the shoals of the me generation.
Oh dear, I’ve tipped my hand. I’ve always practised complete diligence in matters of objectivity, but I’m afraid in this present framework within which mankind is “vogueing” on the world stage, the evidence is overwhelming. The greatest difficulties imaginable originate in our inability to get our minds off of ourselves.
So, to what end do I feel the need to broach a subject such as this?
I’m not sure, really,  not do I have the slightest notion why I included any references to crustaceans.
If there’s a mustard seed of truth in here somewhere, perhaps it’s this;
If there’s any real progress to be made on our planet to correct any of the millions, no, billions of wrongs begging for our attention, or to stop the ongoing flood of harm that slashes it’s way across our televisions, the change won’t come from the government’s we think we create.
The only possible action that will bring real change has to start very very small. Actually it is merely 1/7,000,000,000 of the total solution.
It’s when you and I start to change our individual self absorbed mindsets and put others first, before and rather than ourselves.
We gotta start somewhere…..and no one else is going to do it for us…


I wish I could replay my life
Undo all the hurt I’ve caused

Not to change the good, no,

Just erase some of the pain

I’d like to revisit the times
I actually approved of myself

Try and rekindle some of the hope

Perhaps I’d at least Live up to my minimum expectations

And fend off the spectre of future disappointments

I’m still trying,
Though the days seem to be growing shorter

And my old friends, vitality, strength
and conviction
Seem a little distant now

But if I could replay my life,

Maybe we’d get reacquainted somehow
Lock arms and stride forward

I could return to the present
With my head held high

Knowing I finally had acceptance
from the one who never would accept me before

I’d walk into the life I was created to live

No longer held captive by shadows of regret

I could make peace with myself at last


Have you seen me?

In the night, in the dark
By streetlamps, abandoned cars

We have spoken

In the allys, on the streets
In vacant desert lots

Did you hear my voice?

In the distance, on the wind
In the sun, the pouring rain

Or feel me touch your hands?

Pray for summer in the blizzard
For Warmth in the dead of winter

I offer understanding
Consolation reimagined
Meaning redirected
Purpose wrapped in life

Have you given away your reason?
Your substance or your time

Everything has its season
It’s reason and it’s rhyme

Can you read the message?
Written on your walls
Answering the call

Do you feel the expectation?

creation is still waiting
For the moment, for the day
That you find the way

catch a glimpse of meaning
And step into the light

Midnight Shore

Posted: January 18, 2016 in poetry, stories
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One hour past the leaving
Two years and more have gone
Another wistful evening
One more restless dawn

And now the ache receding
Once more is here alone
In cadence with the beating
Of a heart never truly known

To linger near the water
In a forgotten summer place
Trying to recapture
A friendship now erased

And find the days gone missing
Fitting the pieces back in place
But the puzzle won’t be finished
Till the memory has a face

A time of mild naivete
Still haunts this lonely hour
And ghosts still wander aimlessly
Upon this midnight shore