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So here is where I live - virtually - there are reviews and videos of poems, on their own page (see above) and I write a mix of wordage driven by social commentary, or themes, or just thoughts that need expression. Some are serious, or sardonic -  and others are thoughtful, poignant or comic. It's the variety that makes for a good show, and I'm the first to say that SPOKEN WORD is exactly that: words that are spoken. I think my poems are better heard than read:

The first full-length show was called:

SLOOSHY WORDSHOW

It's a look at all sorts of things - my 55-word prose 'word sketches', character portraits, science, ignorance, the quest for knowledge, the current state of the world around us, confusions and cruelties...

He Talked in Scrawl

My son arrived, born under water

Eyes wide open, he joined my daughter.

He cried, he smiled, he talked in scrawl

I never knew what he meant at all -

Still close to God, and innocent

Why would I know what he meant

Not yet worldly, not yet wise

The universe held in his eyes

The crying starts, today, tomorrow

Not hunger, heat, but cries of sorrow

Sees the godhead disappear?

No longer sure of why he’s here?

And then the journey- 80 years

To find again what led to tears.

For in those moments after birth

We briefly knew what we were worth.

I watched him staring into space

A smile plain upon his face?

Did angels gaze or spirits walk?

I used to wish that he could talk.

He smiled, he laughed, he talked in scrawl

I never knew what he meant at all.