Friday, October 21, 2022

Land of Tiny Gods by John Drudge

In the land
Of democratized fame
Trying to make 
Something
Of tomorrow’s promises
Today
Living dangerously
Past the dawn
Were we vie
For a chance
To sit at the feet
Of tiny gods
Stoic in our passions
Suffering in imagination
Phantom premonitions
Driven
By anxious strain
Where excellence withers
Without resistance
And glory fades
Without connection
To the truth




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 four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.



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