do we remember?

Every year rememberance day sits uneasily with me and every year I reflect on why. This year some random thoughts came out in the form of a crude poem. Do we remember? We say that we remember their sacrifice and the price that they paid Too often we forget who they were and where their…

No party before midnight [poem]

working along, working alone. no rest for the wicked not wanting or waiting to leave home no celebration without sacrifice no party before midnight no winning the prize no party before midnight no truth through the lies the day is gone before you the day is given to the others the night is left with…

catalyst

you wake up and see the same pain of yesterday you drink your coffee and mourn the need you long for Sunday, for rest, for time to healĀ  you feel tired like a part of you has died but you do not bleed you have a list of all you would fix and how you…