The Latest
-
Back in the Days of—
Tanners and Bobs Back in the daysof tanners and bobs— when pockets were lightbut life felt full. Work was steady.Mothers… READ MORE
-
The Rolling Stone
I was rolling along one day and met a shoe.With a quick flick I jumped on board,with no care of… READ MORE
-
The Cycle in the Rust
In winter’s hush, the rust becomes my crest,A quiet badge that time cannot undo.Like tools asleep in my shed, I… READ MORE
-
Presence Through the Line
Tears Without Guilt In the stillness of that fateful day,heroes were called away.We flinched, but marched on,feeling the void…where they… READ MORE
-
Totem of Irrelevance
A quiet meditation on meaning, this poem carves doubt into form—where the line itself becomes the purpose, even when relevance… READ MORE
Recent posts
Quote of the week
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be
The Future You Create
The future waits in quiet clay,
Shaped by the hands that work today.No distant star can chart your way,
Like choices made along the day.Each step becomes tomorrow’s view,
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
The future lives in what you do.
Poetry of Life 