John-Ward Leighton

Self Portrait: ©Copyright August 30, 2004 by John-Ward Leighton
John has been a poet since he was eight years old but it was not something he revealed to the “macho” world of the soldier. Most of the poetry he wrote in the service had to wait until he attained the rank of Corporal in the Canadian Army and had one of the coveted end rooms in the barracks but he didn’t actually write any poetry about service life until some 35 years after leaving the service.
Index of Writings
- Bad Luck Ain’t Got No Timetable
- Barn Swallows And Good Luck
- Beautiful Downtown Gaza
- Black Dog of History
- Breakfast Now And Then: 2008/1944
- Brownie’s War
- Bugle Calls
- Slept Like I Was Dead
- Slipping Over The Edge Of Memory
- Small Change
- So, What’s Going on?
- Somewhere
- Sooner Than I Can Imagine
- Strange Plagiarism
- Suck It Up
- Tears
- The Death of Brother Crow
- The Future
- The Lion in Winter
- The Long Way Round
- The Midnight Poem
- The Moon Saw Me Home
- The New Bicycle
- The Suicide Season
- The War Lover
- The Wars
- They Ain’t Gonna Jump No More
- This Day
- Time
- Time, Gentleman, Time
- Torrent of Words
- Trajectories