John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of three books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019) and New Days (2020). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
We have all grown up In Rome’s shadow The story of the world Unravelled before us From the beginnings Of primitive yearning Plunging Into uncharted seas Navigating by the stars To brave new lands Beyond the walled cities Of our understanding And the banquets Of our deepest desires Over the bones Of Etruscan whispers And marching Step by step Toward the fall
On the Road to Monaco
From the tower house To Monaco Is only twenty minutes Through winding Cliffside two-lanes Perched above the deep blue Of the Mediterranean Below the high walls Of villas Draped in bougainvillea With the Grande Cornishe Unfolding like a serpent And the heat From the summer road Wrapping around The little convertible Bone dry and glove like The grip Broken only by the breeze Over the windshield The faster The better
A Boy Walks to School
I remember Walking to school As a small boy On the small island In the endless blue bubble The sway of casuarinas High on the beach And the coconut palms Dancing with seagrass To the beat Of an early morning breeze With the surf lapping time To my stilted stride Gathering shells And pondering The sea-sculpted drift wood Bleached by sun and storms Scoured By the chalk white sand And twisted Into ancient forms A lone morning schooner Arcs gently Over the faint horizon Sparking dreams of adventure Far away and beyond With the first bell ringing Off in the distance Letting me know That I’ll be late Again