During 110 Kilometre Winds

Wolff Poetry Lit/Mag recently published my poem During 110 Kilometre Winds.

This poem was written the day after a terrorist attack in Paris France when like the rest of the world I questioned our place on this earth.



3 Comments Add yours

  1. Innocent lives. Levels of violence are increasing aren’t they.

    1. It seems as though everyday we lose a piece of what makes us human – compassion, kindness and empathy – without these we’re just barbaric creatures moving from life into death.

      Everyday we must fight and attempt to hold onto some semblance of what it means to be alive.

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