
Who am I… Really?
Who am I… really? as I struggle with my identity I am confused I want to be free I want to be me I want to see clarity Who… Read more »
Who am I… really? as I struggle with my identity I am confused I want to be free I want to be me I want to see clarity Who… Read more »
Originally published on Poetry Perfected. Republished here due to moving and claiming my content. I wrote this a week ago Sunday night, the very night I turned 43, as… Read more »
This poem was written on Saturday, May 29, 1999, for my mother, on the day I graduated from Lakehead University. I attended LU for five years, after taking four… Read more »
When I write, I love myself I lose track of time I forget about watching TV I love me. When I write, I feel better My self-worth is raised… Read more »
I recently stopped doing something I didn’t like. Now I’m loving my new, unplugged life. I don’t have to turn my computer on… unless I want to. I don’t… Read more »
Today’s poem is going to open your eyes. It also carries special meaning for me. I have interviewed Kerry Kijewski, a blind woman I know. She is a blind… Read more »
You touched my life in a special way. I’ll always remember you, forever and a day. You taught me well, too. Do you know how much I love you? When… Read more »
When you see your friend is in pain due to the loss of a loved one, Do you share your feelings with her? Or do you write her a… Read more »
Waiting. This is something we all have done. Many of us hate it. Some things seem to take forever to happen, kind of like watching a pot of water, waiting… Read more »
I wrote the following poem during my trip to Toronto… I gave copies of it (the whole page) to a few parents who were staying at RMH (Ronald McDonald House). I… Read more »