Oh We Did

Oh We Did.

We had so much.

But then what happened?


Places to Go

There are places we should go

Before we die.

Places in our minds

Places in the sky.

But nobody gets everywhere.

So there you are,

Stuck somewhere short of where

You should go.

Short of a life and learning

You should know.

So the places you should and could have seen

Are places you’ll never know.


Cherish the spaces you know.

Somehow you ended up here.

I did too.

So here we are

Trying to figure out how things work.

In the meantime, I hope we can agree to this:

The sky is a beautiful blue

And with the clouds makes great romance;

The Moon keeps us honest

By watching from afar;

Waves are honest

Because they never repeat their lies;

And dogs love to smell

Because they don’t believe their eyes.


But I can't hear the words they're sayin, must be the echoes in my mind.”

Seeing this statue making tribute to the exploits of Alexander the Great made me think: there has always been a weapons race. I knew that, but the length of these spears showed clearly that a guy with only a sword would have a hard time getting close enough to use it.

Thus, there might be four guys with swords, but two guys with spears would give them a run.


When you are out there. When you are really out in a place where nobody knows you. Where you know nobody. That is when travel gets to be a test of your mettle. When being way out there means that nobody cares.
You are in a place where murder and sexual assault are daily events. And people are casual about life. They have seen war and all the shit that is part of that. So then, what do you do?
You write this and just carry on.

Kinshasa View

This is the view from my hotel room in the heart of the capital:

But if I take a step back, this is what I see:

I wonder who shines the bars on the prison windows.
I wonder who ignores the calls from those inside.
Will some day someone listen?
Or will it be endless days of . . . . .

About This Place…

"This website is dedicated to the many people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo who have suffered and died."


The writer was a journalist, prosecutor, and Canadian soldier who is now trying to help the people who live in the DR Congo.


The photographs and the commentary here are solely those of the writer and his pet dog named "Bark." The United Nations and MONUSCO have nothing to do with this website.

Similarly, the township of Puskokum in eastern Tennessee is equally not interested.