Latest Non-Fiction

Although never previously published, I have rewritten this piece extensively. Thirteen years later I can review those words and thoughts with less emotional involvement, but, I feel, with razor-sharp truth ...

In 1983 I visited a rare place, no Malaga this ...

The art of communication ...

Ever wondered when countries borrow billions just where the money comes from? I can explain on a micro-scale A billionaire’s yacht once sailed To a small Greek island (economy failed) The hotel’s ballroom he booked (Paid cash) To hold his daughter’s birthday bash One thousand dollars he laid down Then went off to explore the town Hotelier’s heart leapt with joy He sent for his errand boy Sent him dashing down the street To pay ...

My take on this vile virus. Hopefully it will soon be gone.  ...

As I turned away from my door it hit me hard for sure. Stark realty dawned that day, my folks I have to go. No work, no food, no hope and little future. What choice did I have but to turn and walk away? Never to see your faces again, I cried and wondered why. To leave the bosom of my family, to venture out to where. Goodbye my loves, hello cruel world, for its ...

Cone crushers have been used as primary, secondary and tertiary crushers for quite a long time ...

Cone crushers  ...

From the eerie quite of our lives From the corners of our globe. People sing from roof tops, Others fear to venture in voice, in soul. Unheard tapping, weaving the  web, Keys are rapped as panic sets. We headless chickens roam alone. The rumbles of life once heard… People, trains and planes Scurried across our lands. Amidst madding crowds, That once gathered loud, All disappeared in a blink. Fixed in isolation In fear of violation, ...

On a leafless lane, No first no last. No windward blast. No sun to burn the palest flesh. No script to follow. No shadow thrown No sod to turn. By man nor beast. No parallel to draw. No words on which to feast ...

O’ naked oak in the cold winter’s morn, how mighty you look, even in the watery Winter sunlight. How something so grand could flourish from the smallest acorn falling from another, it almost beggars belief. You flatter the least knowledgeable botanist, as every one feels they know you. “I think that’s an oak tree” I often hear them say. Many a story was told down below at the base of the old `door’. If only ...

Thrust into our eyes,  The beauty of our lives, He twists and turns, A mixture of means ...

Thrust into our eyes, The beauty of our lives, With twists and turns, A mixture of means. Gathers of like minded souls We stay within beautiful vales. We hear a calling, beyond white veils. The final chime rings out. We close the chapter, another begins. We leave here richer in thought Deeper in soul than whence came ...

Walking along the twisty lane on the hard crisp floor, It’s the time of the year when you hear your feet touch the ground. Deep frost is in there and not a live seed to be seen. Wait, don’t be hasty, what’s that beauty?...there are snow drops what a wonderful sight. Almost all is asleep for those shortest of days and those cold winter nights. You take a deep breath and the air exhaled turns ...

For those whose life's past Among the hills and vales And poppy strewn glades Of foreign soil. Harshest conditions, Harshest of times. We savor you as heroes. Never fully reasoning The suffering you all found In those dark days. Profound and real for thee ...