Riding on the Storm

From my recent collection of poems, A Loveless House and Other Poems: A loveless house is filled with ghosts, Of what might have been, an...

One very interesting thing about the internet is that you get to see a profound aspect of human behavior in action. Often, people who are no...

This is a rare post unrelated to writing. Rather, it is a personal appeal: We are all experiencing stress in this time of COVID, but the pe...

Having concluded to reactivate this blog, I thought I'd say a few words about the reason for it's existence. The computer age is ch...

Life is a wave, at sea; It takes you places. And you have to let go, Believing, at your core That it will take you Where you must go. To hop...

From when comes this eco, this signal of the past? From these tapered rooms, with their quiet sorrows? Or from the long drawn out, half-sm...

I was on the verge of closing this blog, but a sudden, major increase in hits has made me decide it might be worthwhile to retain it, rather...

It's quite clear to me that the way Google has "fixed" blogger, their intention is to do away with the feature altogether. Th...

Let’s get real: I’m sitting in my apartment on a beautiful day in Hilo. It’s sunny and there’s a fall chill in there air here on the ocean...

With The Heir Apparent , I've completed the five books I've been working on since 1999. They are all available on Amazon, and digit...