Remembrance Day 2019

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. In honor of the occasion I took a moment to record three poems that I think are a slightly different take on WW 1. Moments and images that gave me pause to think a little more deeply than I had been. They are: the … Continue reading Remembrance Day 2019

Nurses (2): wholesome

WW1 nurses having breakfast, on the verandah at the Aboukir Nurses Rest Home, Egypt, ca. 1915 and we bring youour darling girlsto these hotsands and strange places good morning enjoy your breakfast this may bethe lastwhole the lastwholesome for a while ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my … Continue reading Nurses (2): wholesome

Ypres (41): an entrance (to irony)

  The entrance to the prison at Ypres, which was used as a forward dressing station by the 9th Australian Field Ambulance during the Third Battle of Ypres. there’s ironyherein this bloody war churches are the firstto goin the name of god and people must prayto remnantsin mortar here we arewelcomedby the prison gate … Continue reading Ypres (41): an entrance (to irony)

Ypres (46): when we met (on herberg street)

take a bus down herberg street do some window shopping in the rain there’s no rush and you can take as much time as you need but mind now how you go out there keep the cobbles beneath your wheels it’s a glue pot on the other side if you stray you might be gone … Continue reading Ypres (46): when we met (on herberg street)

Ypres (43): ride of the fallen

  and the fallen slowly ride their steeds point to valhalla once proud and upright they slump now in their saddles they are surely dead even if alive at least on this ride there are tall trees and shade at least this ride is safe and see they keep coming this parade runs forever is … Continue reading Ypres (43): ride of the fallen

Ypres (32): where I stand (is on my knees)

I stand on sacred ground can’t you read the sign this is no place for war this is civilised and I wonder if me standing here makes me civilised too I wonder if touching the stone admits me into the secret or if that can only be found below among the bones that will be … Continue reading Ypres (32): where I stand (is on my knees)