In The Meadow Of Night

Mankind has reached for the stars from forever. Modern astronomy is still grounded in antiquity. The poetry of nature and folklore is joined by science fiction and fantasy. Humanity wonders at its own existence. The over-whelming grandeur of the heavens ever unfolds itself before us. Our transitory and insignificant nature is impressed upon us. More

Society grows ever more vulnerable in its folly. Human self-harm threatens the survival of the race and our fellow creatures. No amount of dystopian science-fiction or satire can shake the pathological blunderings of governments. Yet the beauty of creation can make makers or poets of our-selves. And if we can not cure the human condition, we can at least laf (or laugh) at its absurdities, not least in one-self.



One could not hope to change things for the better with verses. However, I did try to make these verses better, as good poets generally do. Most poems are short. Not so, the long first two poems, which are revised and up-dated versions of narrative verse, that I put on one of my web-sites.

The quickest way to get a hint of the range of topics is to look at the titles of the 160 poems listed in the table of contents, that begins the free sample.

I hope kind readers will find this great variety of thought and imagination, information, fancy and speculation, well worth their precious time.