Category Archives: heres the thing

tired & true


being tired of arguing

being tired of fussing

being tired of proving

being tired of telling

being tired of running

being tired of the weight of things that don’t exist

I make commitment to the truth that does


blue hydrangea

conduct yourself


Conduct yourself with this wisdom ~

Eventually it will all disappear.

My Hearts Delight ~


not only can you gift life

you can bleed without dying ~


bow before you

is my hearts


April 14-15-16 part 3 How Big is the Heart of a Child ~


April 14-15-16 part 3

Muffins and earl grey at Beth’s Special Teas. Cape Cod sunny Sunday wind pure fresh walk the little strip East Sandwich shops, still missing the Herb Shop but our gratitude is high for the tea Shop haven from all manner of Dunkin Dodo swill. Hot chocolate for the child. What to do with the last few hours before the drive back to Connecticut? Paradise Liquor for a 1.75 litre bottle of Bombay for 31.00. Sam’s fish shop on the canal bag of shelled scallops large as your tongue. My eleven year old daughter fascinated by the lobster tank. Can we get one dad? Can we? No. Why not? Cause I don’t want to kill one do you? No. Well then what’s the point of getting one? We could let him go. Now my daughter wants to do a Buddha thing and save this creatures life and I’m not sure what to say. I don’t want to talk her out of this do I? She gives me that look, the crux look, the scan of a child reading every inch of my body, verbal and invisible language, searching for the parental cue. Is this an acceptable idea, is it not? Remember whatever you do will affect me for the rest of my life. I stall and say well you’ll have to use your own money. She says OK but its in the car. And I must  surrender with, that’s alright give it to me when we get back. So she picks out Lucky the Lobster. Out to the Jeep fish out a pair of work gloves from the back, use the Gerber to cut the bands from his claws and we all three walk over to the edge and I toss him into the canal. She can see him swimming – he’s OK! Just before we drive off seat belts belted everyone ready small fist full of single dollar bills reaches over the seat – here dad. And I think how big is the heart of a child. And I take the bills stuff them into my shirt pocket and say thank you.


My Hearts Delight ~




not only can you gift life

you can bleed without dying ~


bow before you

is my hearts



unlikely stories October 5, 2020. two pieces read by pd lyons

The work of pd Lyons has appeared in print and online publications throughout the world. Poetry collections have been published by Lapwing Press, Belfast, erbacce-Press, Liverpool & Westmeath Arts Council Ireland. pd was selected to participate in Human Rights Consortium at the School of Advanced Study, University of London publication titled ‘In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights’. He won the 2019 erbacce-press International Poetry Prize. pd was and raised in the USA, and currently resides in Ireland. pd recommends Battered Women’s Support Services.

I cannot help your violence with like buttons

you will rape and cane and without impunity

the endless buttons of social crap

won’t hold you back or stop your hand

no matter what no beggar rides those wishes

electronic opiate for the masses

here in the ivory lands all artists are social redeemers

we are changing the world with our six figure canvasses

we are enlightening millions with our

xenophobic obscurity poetry

and our novels not just stories

but writers of all wrongs

justifiers of all justices

here in the ivory lands

even our clothes works of art changing seasonally

the betterment of all mankind

In My Country Women walk on eggshells

The way they dress is a rapist’s defence strategy

Their silence confers consent. Their bodies always up for grabs

In every way There is no privacy especially of the womb

They may be legally and religiously sacrificed on the altar of boys-will-be-boys

They may be murdered at will But have dubious right to self defence

They are not heard They are not believed They are not counted

Their labour not valued

That they are Our mothers Our sisters Our daughters Our beloved

May be conveniently ignored

Easier then to believe, They are property

of the god

of the party

the state

At Unlikely Stories, we believe in change. We believe in literature and art as a focus for change—a transformative force that is powerful, but also subtle and complex, capable of not only challenging political regimes, but also the emotional and spiritual issues that enable toxic political regimes to thrive. We don’t believe in change through platitudes, but rather through art that’s as bloody and passionate as it is original. – Jonathan Penton, editor-in-chief

Women We Should Know ~ all of them. STOP BEING SILENT


Lost Unto This World

I was once some mother’s darlin’
Some daddy’s little girl
More precious than the ruby
More cherished than the pearl
My heart was full of mercy
And my forehead full of curl
Now I am nothing and am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world…
They herded me like cattle
Cut me down like corn
Took me from my babies
Before they could be born
You can blame it on the famine
You can blame it on the war
You can blame it on the devil
It don’t matter anymore
I am lost unto this world…
I was tortured in the desert
I was raped out on the piain
I was murdered by the high way
And my cries went up in vain
My blood is on the mountain
My blood is on the sand
My blood runs in the river
That now washes through their hands
I am lost unto this world…
Can I get no witness this unholy tale to teil
Was God the only one there watching
And weeping as l feil
O you among the living
Will you remember me at all
Will you write my name out
With a single finger scrawl
Across a broken window
In some long forgotten wall
That goes stretching out forever
Where the tears of heaven fall
I am lost unto this world…
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Emmylou Harris / Daniel Roland Lanois
Lost Unto This World lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


We have All Touched The World With Little Fingers ~ Christmas ~

here’s the thing –
the people prayed to God;
deliver us from evil,
from oppression,
all this misery.
And hearing their prayers
god sent an answer.
But it wasn’t a king,
an army,
a weapon,
a political party,
not even a religion –
but rather God with all the power and the glory
answered their prayers
with a child

Remember to Remember

conduct yourself


Conduct yourself with this wisdom ~

Eventually it will all disappear.

courage ~


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