“Got” Cancer

It is an astonishing understatement to say that dealing with cancer is difficult. Difficult to describe. Difficult to talk with others. It was difficult enough for me twelve years ago. And it remains difficult when I learn that someone else has to deal with the language concerning this abominable disease.

Perhaps because I write poetry, I think I believe that if I can find the right word, then I will win. I realize that is crazy, but I don’t care.

So, today I am tackling “got”. I hope it works for you and yours.


I didn’t understand bullying when I was a boy and I do not understand it today.
Why do we bully?
Is there anything positive about bullying?
Is it connected to fascism, to abuse?
Is bullying by males any different than bullying by females?
Young men are full of power and danger that needs to be seen and held.
When does bullying become a perversion of masculine function?
Is satire bullying?

Joyful Yearning

Over the last year or so, I have been deeply concerned about the anger and hatred and fear and cruelty that seems to be more evident in our world than at any time in my life. Perhaps that is why I am now accepting my yearning for god. Perhaps it began when I was diagnosed with cancer years ago.

I have written many poems related to this and have finally gained enough courage to publish. Thank you for reading this one.


It is a difficult time, in western society, for boys to grow into men.

Until the industrial revolution, boys were held in the community and the community jointly helped them become men. Most societies provided rituals that marked the end of boyhood and the entry into manhood.

In these times, everything is new. There are few traditions to guide growth. And there are new distractions. Many children do not receive any guidance in developing their spiritual selves and our world provides them with many challenges to face – violence, hatred,  judgement, unbridled consumerism.

Young men, looking for their purpose, their souls, are moving to violence. Elders are not integrated into the everyday life of our communities.

How do we change this?


My brother spoke to me of his grief on the loss of his wife and asked if I could use his words to write a poem. I was honoured to be asked.