

A quiet meditation on meaning, this poem carves doubt into form—where the line itself becomes the purpose, even when relevance… READ MORE
A Dance with PTSD and Time A face hidden, shrouded in the past,A face hidden, in memories that last.A face… READ MORE
Stillness Is Rust All winter they waited,the spade, the fork, the hoe —lying quiet in the shed,their edges softenedby… READ MORE
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be”
“I spent my youth chasing the future.
Now I sit with coffee and watch—
others run toward theirs.”“The young chase tomorrow with urgency; the old watch it arrive —
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
with patience.”