In The Meadow Of Night

Society grows ever more vulnerable in its folly. Human self-harm threatens the survival of the race and our fellow creatures. No amount of dystopian science-fiction or satire can shake the pathological blunderings of governments. Yet the beauty of creation can make makers or poets of our-selves. And if we can not cure the human condition, we can at least laf (or laugh) at its absurdities, not least in one-self.

One could not hope to change things for the better with verses. However, I did try to make these verses better, as good poets generally do. Most poems are short. Not so, the long first two poems, which are revised and up-dated versions of narrative verse, that I put on one of my web-sites.
The quickest way to get a hint of the range of topics is to look at the titles of the 160 poems listed in the table of contents, that begins the free sample.
I hope kind readers will find this great variety of thought and imagination, information, fancy and speculation, well worth their precious time.

Dettagli