A Promise

No more silence

poets’ juices

should be flowing


shaking the world 

that sings hallelujahs

admires golden curtains

making prisoners 

of friends and foes

who disobey the insane

Build connections not walls

Zealandia, New Zealand, December 2016



To be at peace

Is sitting quietly

In the morning sun

Knowing the day ahead

Is free for the taking


If you listen quietly

You will hear the whispers

Stay ever so still and

Whispers will become messages

Loud and clear without a doubt