If words come to me dancing on a page, this is a good thing. If I can combine that with an image that comes to me by way of a photo on my camera/phone, that’s a good thing. If I can post this on my blog in order to share this with the world, this is a good thing. If one person is reached by what has been given me to share, that’s a good thing. If more people are touched: ten people, a hundred people, any number of people, this is all good. This feels like what I am here to do.
I was born in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. As a young man, I lived in New Zealand for two years, spent several months in India, hitch-hiked the West coast of North America to Peru, carrying my typewriter and a briefcase full of poetry books. Later in life, I returned to Mexico for several long stays, brief visits to Montreal, Hawaii, South Korea, Europe and the British Isles.
Father of three children, third generation carpenter, now retired. For decades I was a long distance runner, mostly on single track trails in forests and mountains. Ran 14 ultramarathons.
I am inspired by a phrase or an image that comes to me, often during the night. I get up to write no matter what the hour, to honour the gift that came. Sometimes an entire poem comes, sometimes only a partial poem, but I have learned that it is important to put down what comes while it is fresh.
In high school, I wrote sonnets and haikus. Later, my best friend introduced me to Bob Dylan and the beauty and power of words.
Many times during the course of my life, poetry has left me for a few months or a few years, and then come back. Each time, the voice came back more insistent, and the poetry stronger. Most recently, a motor vehicle accident that occurred in 2016 has caused me to re-examine my life and begin anew, resulting in an intensely creative period and the emergence of this blog.