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 two books of poetry: “March” and “The Seasons of Us” (both published in 2019). His work has appeared widely in literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
We descend Toward the essence Of our fortune Twisting deeply Into the meaning Of our breathing In one last charge Of will Up the hill Toward the clearing With the clarion call Of angels singing Over the lost battlefield Of our futile Inclinations
Because everything Is flawed Pain will always Pursue us Forever disentangling Who we think we are From that which We are In love with our suffering Cultivating dead gardens In perpetual wonder Of how illuminating A glint of sunlight can be In the face Of the inevitable We are sublime idiots Unable to live in purity Craving forgiveness And grace In cages Of jilted reason In one long Wayward embrace Bleak and unbroken In our wandering
We’re always losing The moment It’s always vanishing On the edge of somewhere Gone just outside The grasp Of our certainty And slipping Into a whisper