by Ward | Apr 24, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
I think about suicide dailyNot as an alternativeBut part of my human conditionThat reflects me as I reflect upon itFate teaches us how to avoid itOnly when we learn from itNo one walks from death unscarredThere’s no mirror reflects as trueSometimes, I don’t...
by Ward | Apr 21, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
for Mary OliverRobins have made a home in our backyard.Today, an old fat one lights upon the rowof potted nasturtiumsI placed upon the wall of the garden bed.Light plastic pots filled with weightless potting soil,he hops one to the other,the entire line without...
by Ward | Apr 17, 2025 | Essays, Writing
I was thinking today the most emotional moment I’ve witnessed in film is the ending of City Lights. The Tramp stands, looks at the once blind girl in her florist shop, and his face is like a river filled with a mix of emotions only Chaplin could convey silently. But...
by Ward | Apr 16, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
The clown does Shakespeareand we laugh.Hidden waif, tortured reader,stolen son, serious child,why do we howl when you misbehave,cry, when you are kind?We join with you in your threadbare costume—I can live without you, father, but must have butter,at least one mutt or...
by Ward | Apr 9, 2025 | Essays, Writing
Sight is instantaneous and hence illusory and easily confused. Ask any magician.Our eyes connect directly to our brain. Our visual processing occurs at incomprehensible speeds, passing through various parts of our brain at nerve speed, and most of those internal...
by Ward | Apr 3, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
Oh lion, liar,snake, oh goatneither reptile, mammal,nor best of all time.You serpent, lowbelly, cold, scaly,goat, you bloat,the smell ain’t weird,it’s disgusting.You fibbin’ fatscoundrel, mouthpiecefor those who feel lionsdon’t get their due,who exactly are...
