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 four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). 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.
Everybody suffers Not everybody learns Victimhood Is not enough For truth To ring out Over roads of bones And rivers of blood Over the last breath Of our aching Not everyone Walks into tomorrow Not everyone awakens With the sunrise
In the awe And creeping terror Of a thundering night I lose myself In the promise Of you Soothed by phantom touch As I rise beyond The chaos of nature And the whirl Of flying freely Through the storm Past stars hanging In eternal space And dark reflections Of the sublime Soaring beyond The valleys of my regrets And dreaming The dream of you Soft and warm In the seeping light Of the sun rising
Ghosts Stroll Malibu Beach With my youth With my young family I have been here before And I will be here Forever I will watch the faded stars On the horizon Beyond the waves And scrub plains Of desert relief And I will cry The aching crests Of loss With the sand touching Our toes And your hand Touching mine
When the shift Came Few noticed The gentle rocking Of the canyon As it swept Across The far horizon Troubadours of hope In a parade of tears Walking The shame away As the boulevard Sang softly In the new summer Heat
He needs Or so it seems In the reflections Of who we think We are Or maybe not Or perhaps the reverse Of things like need That get Stuck In the rhythm Of what we can Become And sink so much Into the sunrise Of our shaking Quivering inch by inch Into the briefest kiss Of tomorrow
We set out Along the fence line Where the wild Hungers roam Across the meadow Through the frost Of an early morning Sunrise Where everything Is beautiful Within a truer future Waiting Where the tall grass Grows And believing We are brothers Under the same God