A Conversation at the Louvre

You know these art galleries are great and all. But I'm finding in Paris there's just so many people flocking through them that it's difficult to focus on the artwork. Thus, when I found out that the Louvre, like all museums, has one day off each week, I wondered if...

Paris Tree

The tree sits high overtop a Paris cafe.In the spring and the summer the leaves flourish,As the people chatter below. They speak and they talkAnd they soliloquize as people want to do. And the leaves take it in again and again--Absorbing the shit from below.Until in...

Those All Dead

Are with me in the moments I breathe. Are around my moments of silence. Are in places no one can leave. Will guide me to places of kindness. Long distances are shorter than we know. Big Places are smaller than they show. Large people give less than they should. And in...

Moments

Don't talk as much as I used to.No need to it seems.I was inside last night's sunsetAnd in other people's dreams.The times that come--Will be the times that went.The future is the present,Is the past, is forgotten.Except, except--for those those moments When....

A Song

I looked at my phone againThing is I did that minutes agoStill no messages-- only the timeGlaring at me like some comicSaying "hey--a'int nobody calling?"And then the minutes, the hours just slideSlide into some other place whereThey all mean just the same...

Life in a War

We shot then up badWe shot then up goodWe did all the things That we thought we should.The people were crazyOr so we thoughtBut then things changedBy a whole lot.There were smiles that diedRight on the spot.There were lives to be livedThat a bullet stopped.Those were...

Empty Machine

When there is one call to wait forWhen there is a last place to liveWhen all else is an open doorThen I will learn how to give. But until then, I am afraidLife will be stronger than me. And where others choose to be braveI have no choice but to be free. That is the...

We Saw

We saw how beautiful life is--then it stopped.Then what?It just stopped?There's gotta be something more--At least you' d think.But then...what if not?Then, then...Nothing but what?A blue lake with water everywhereAnd trees and sky andAll those things we need.All those...

The Place

As I was thinking tonightThree thoughts came to mind.Then just like that I forgot about twoAnd the other thought just stood byFor a while-- then just as it was ready,That last thought passed me by. So there I was was left with not a thought,Except that I had one once....

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.