My Poetry

So much to say, so much to do.  My poems reflect so many things – my place, or lack of it, frustration, a keen sense of aloneness, they question values, and the lack of values that I see and fear. They reflect my life, and reflect upon that life. They resonate with those battling anxiety and depression, with the dispossessed, with those struggling to have their voices heard.  At the age of 72, I find an even greater drive to create and to have my words heard.  Argued with, debated, but most of all thought about.

Like a whirlpool, I spin and turn …



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