In January of this year, I stumbled upon a small three pack of pocket-sized notebooks while in a CVS Pharmacy. I was on a local getaway in our small state (Rhode Island) during the limitations of what will possibly forever be refferred to as simply “The Pandemic”- at least until the next one. Anyhoo…. TheContinue reading “A Peek into Pockitudes Journals”
As promised, my second poetic reflection after watching the documentary God Knows Where I Am- about the life of Linda Bishop. The documentary offers much to consider on the subjects of homelessness, mental health care, mental illness and our current healthcare system. I am not strong in these kinds of debates and discussions. But whatContinue reading “Apples (God Knows Where I Am)”
What Matters Not Whatever happens in life I am a stone by the river The water flows regardless and I am unmoved.
When our hearts and minds cannot wrap around reality, poetry allows a pathway to find the way through to a broader place. A place where words, feelings, imagery and meaning intermingle acting as hope, healing balm, and help to the soul’s cry for understanding. I believe poetry, music, and all creative endeavors- painting, drawing, sculptingContinue reading “I Know Why”