First Lesson
On school daze, great teachers, and making sense of the past. WHY DO POETS WRITE so much about the past? Surely there’s enough going on now to occupy us? I’ll come right out and say it at the start: I have little time for nostalgia, for the idea that the past was a better place than […]
Way of Peace
How small events can change the course of our lives This is a poem I wrote thirty years ago, give or take. I like to think I’d do it better today, but it still contains something that was a lesson to me then, and still speaks to me now. Back in the 1970s, like a lot of […]