Observations from walking the hood.
With thanks to D. D. Buck^ for use of the header image.
Walking
Knock-on Wood
Thoughts on loneliness. Continue reading
The Conquered Walk
Thoughts while walking home from the pub one recent night.
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Park Life; walking with a monostich
Beautiful today. Truly glorious. Bright winter sun; air chill, fresh and crisp; snow on the high hill sides.
People–strangers–saying, hello; good morning; how are you?
Then, in the midst of it all, to be stuck by a monostich that I couldn’t shake until home!
Continue readingN. P. Ryan vs. Youth
This is a poem about going for a walk that leads to reflection on youth’s cruel ebb, being devastated by it and then humbly coming to terms with the injustices of fate. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan 