Sunday, January 19, 2014


Her arms they flap wildly, exploring the air
Her wee voice bleats goatlike, telling all she is here
Her perfect little fingers find her mother's hair
and Lucy brings joy to the world.

Monday, January 06, 2014

James remembered

James Martin, a good Comrade.
A shaven head,  an acid wit,
a passion that burned bright
for a justice universal.

James stood up for others,
fought for them. His love was
pure,  and his devotion shone.

He did not shy from any fight,
he did not duck or run
James took them on.

Remembering him now,  I think
Of that fire that burned for others,
And wish that he could have seen
That brightness too.