“Got” Cancer

It is an astonishing understatement to say that dealing with cancer is difficult. Difficult to describe. Difficult to talk with others. It was difficult enough for me twelve years ago. And it remains difficult when I learn that someone else has to deal with the language concerning this abominable disease. Perhaps because I write poetry, […]


I didn’t understand bullying when I was a boy and I do not understand it today. Why do we bully? Is there anything positive about bullying? Is it connected to fascism, to abuse? Is bullying by males any different than bullying by females? Young men are full of power and danger that needs to be […]

Joyful Yearning

Over the last year or so, I have been deeply concerned about the anger and hatred and fear and cruelty that seems to be more evident in our world than at any time in my life. Perhaps that is why I am now accepting my yearning for god. Perhaps it began when I was diagnosed […]


It is a difficult time, in western society, for boys to grow into men. Until the industrial revolution, boys were held in the community and the community jointly helped them become men. Most societies provided rituals that marked the end of boyhood and the entry into manhood. In these times, everything is new. There are […]


My brother spoke to me of his grief on the loss of his wife and asked if I could use his words to write a poem. I was honoured to be asked.

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