AND SO THE WATER FLOWS
How strange, how wonderfully strange, life rewrites its face!
In my element in my first degree in History and Literature, I then left my carefree university days and wandered into a fever-pitched career in business traveling the world. But those travels never seemed to end, and the dizziness of jet lag, and demands of leadership and consulting, and the dryness of power structures started to consume more than their fair share of me.
Coming back down to ground, I returned to my love of literature and opened the drawer to poetry, recognizing wisdom in the lines of Robert Graves:
"There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either."
I recently published my first book of poetry: And So The Water Flows. The book finds itself in urban and rural settings across the world. It wrestles with themes of change, the pull between what was and what is, our longings, losses and doubts, and the relationship of the man-made to the natural world. As Khalil Gibran said:
"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary."
With a second book dawning on the horizon, my verses continue to be inspired by the words of Robert Frost when he said:
"I belong to the class of poets that wants to be understood"
And, by the lines of Maya Angelou:
"Poetry is music written for the human voice."