Many of my poems were inspired when I lived in Ecuador, South America for ten years (1990 to 2000.) I had never written poetry before but the sheer wonder and beauty of that country was a source of sensory stimulation compelling me to write.
After languishing in a government job for over 20 years I now free-lance for a local paper and have a monthly column on creativity.
Other interests include sculpting in clay, fibre art, tai chi, yoga and gardening.
Dogs barking in closed cars.
What’s he doing at the side of the road?
He’s sleeping In his matted tatted fur,
Weathered leather and crushed bone.
Sleep on squashed squirrel
A bud! What joy! Fulfillment of life’s purpose.
The never ending circle of life and death and life.
The world is a frigid waiting room of pebbled glass.
We make the chipping chopping sounds of an ice-storm morn.