I'm Just Saying Is All

Primitive, Frank, and Relatable Rhymes,
Depictions of Life’s Condition
In the Raw Artless Tenor of Our Times

I’m a 60s-era poet with an abiding regard for embracing diversity and inclusion, the import of the phrase “you do you”, the precepts “Do No Harm” and “Leave No Trace”, and for the premise “I’m Ok, You’re Ok”.

I believe enlightenment is best achieved when we engage and explore alternative points of view, form opinions and convictions empirically, and tender our perspectives without apology. They are merely what we believe to be true at a given point in time, and subject to change. That’s how it works if we continue to grow.

Poems are profoundly personal expressions, as are all forms of art, and ask only to be perceived without bias or critique. I have no illusions about my significance or the impact of my work. Nor do I apologize for its tenor or fret over how others might judge it, or me for it. To do otherwise would inhibit free expression, and a reticent self-conscious poet is doomed to a long and uncreative melancholy.

Naively, I wish for my writing to foster an iota of awareness for the innocent, an ounce of enlightenment for the ignorant, and a bit of clarity of conscience for the culpable.