Anzacs by Robert McJannett

In the cheerless dawn of an April morn Pale stars still lit the sky, Did the rollers break on Gaba Tepe, Where sea birds wheel and cry. The time had come, but no beating drum Or brazen trumpets bla…

From Troubles of The World
My Father’s Body

A raw, intimate poem confronting loss and memory—exploring a son's profound reflection on his father's body and the enduring legacy of familial love and remembrance.

The Human Core Collection
On Anzac Day by Henry Weston Pryce

We climbed the sandy ridges and saw the sea, The old unresting sea and its headlands grey; And the yellow beach sang low to each of us three A song of another land and another day, Came dawn, and t…

From Troubles of The World
The Glacier at the End of Our Driveway

pushed up by the snowplowsisn’t succumbing to global warmingisn’t shrinkingisn’t calvingthough it stands there cow-likebut not grazingjust gazingwith disdain on the springthat’s supposed to be.(25 …

Richard Greene
On Outpost by Edwin Field Gerard (Trooper Gerardy)

Out on the lone grey outpost, where silence broods unstirred, Unruffled by the swaying palm, The whirr of winging bird, Out where the barren ridges look pitiless and white Beneath the flaming sky a…

From Troubles of The World
Of the Broken and Almost Broken by Rosemarie Wurth-Grice

I think therefore I am. – Descartes I am unfurled – a whirling dervish in a summer rain.  A thousand proverbs spilt in a desert I am unfurled – a mirage of thoughts drawn to the almost broken I am …

From Troubles of The World