• POEM #1– Poetry Month

    As I step off the back porch,
    into the freshly fallen snow,
    I look in all four directions
    seeking balance in a new day.

    As I walk through the snow,
    Grandmother speaks to me:

    “Aztec, see how the snow
    covers and quenches the Crocuses’ thirst;
    how their purple or yellow petals
    reach for t…Read More

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    Looking For Nihilism

    Looking For Nihilism    Words are funny things. They allow electronic impulses to speak express, even fantasize and create ideas. For a long time there were no words, just grunts screams cries or pointing along with the brush work of facial expressions as our art of communication.   We were young then and everything was new, even the...

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    • First, I have to say I love that song. Second the poem is a powerful piece and to feel good at what they have done they first have to feel right. good piece

      • Fia, that cover by Disturbed, is haunting and so appropriate for when I wrote this poem. And while today (2026), there is a political awakening to the horrors perpetrated in our name, and people are actively protesting in the streets again, the majority still hold tightly to this system, to this idea that, while flawed, America is still “good”. But America has never been ‘good” or great. America has always built itself up on the blood and bones of people here and around the world. And until people recognize this and act to get rid of this system, this song, “The Sounds of Silence” will remain powerful.

        Thank you Fia, for your comment.

    • Honestly, if I think too hard about what’s happening today, the cruelty being doled out with such casual disregard for humanity, I crack a little inside. The corruption at the top doesn’t upset me as much as the blind hatred and full support the zombies give it. Hatred will be our unmaking and pain is, unfortunately, humanity’s common denominator. This is such a powerful piece and there’s so much going on in my mind now that I’m going to leave it at that and sit down.

      • Willow, it is not an easy thing, to think about the horrors and pain of the world today. It’s a sickness that is growing, and keep growing, unless we dig deeper into our humanity, our humaneness, and stop it. Willow, let me offer you my hand to help you up, to point you towards those who are refusing through nonviolent protest and resistance. There is still hope for humanity.

        Thank you Willow, I am glad for your visit and comment. -Curt

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    A Series of Wonderings

    A Series of WonderingsI wonder if you everthought yourwhispered lies hurtany less than  those you shouted ..and I wonderwhen you squeezedme like thatyou were thinkingof someone  else entirely maybe ..in fact, I haveoften wondered why after all wethen shared,...

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    • I wonder about past experiences with certain people and wonder as well but like you said it’s not very often. I like this

      • You are way too kind & that heart of yours is a big as a planet .. thanks again Fia .. Neville

    • I can only say thank you Thomas & mean it .. Neville

    • Bless you dear Crimsin .. a great deal of water has flowed neath the bridge since this was first penned .. but at the time, I thought I was drowning .. Neville

    • Many hugely appreciated thanks now winging their way to your side of the pond .. Neville

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    More Than Just A Contented Man

    More Than Just A Contented Man   Dear lord, I want you in the sauna, slippery salty and wet with your hair matted    and several shades darker .. Clinging to your shoulders and your back like sun shy ivy    crawling over church walls .. Dear lord, if only I could...

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