There are only

and always

two kinds of lies …

Ones to deceive

while the others protect

And two kinds of liars

that barter

the truth …

One kneels in shame

— and one genuflects

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)  

Speak clearly

— tomorrow is listening

(The New Room: August, 2026)

Truth

is invisible

Its effects

are not

To know it

 to live it

Like the wife

of Lot

It hides

in plain sight

In judgment

per se

The air

that’s inside us

Life’s breath

— of our stay

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Somewhere

between

the left

and the right

Truth

is in hiding

diffused

in the light

Somewhere

beyond

what labels

ordain

Veracity

waits

the future

— to claim

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Plaguing

my idle moments

Like the wind

blowing off the prison isle

Confinement

becomes my mistress

Trapping each feeling

unsentenced — and alone

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

My audience

smaller

My arena

renamed

The point

that much sharper

The meaning

reframed

With them

I go forward

With them

I proclaim

What history

will treasure

What prescience

— ordains

(The New Room: August, 2026)

Perception

lives within itself

with no start or end

Reflection

puts the moment straight

 when confusion bends 

Prescience

is tomorrow calling

 to damn or save

Conscience

the only thing you’ll carry

— beyond the grave

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Say Something …

Don’t juxtapose pretty words

because you think

they sound good together

Say Something …

(James River Writer’s Conference: October, 2016)

An unfortunate truth

among consummate lies

Each word like a sword

embedded inside

Its timing ill chosen

with proof to dismay

That comes unexpected

— to reclaim the day

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

The absence of pain

— the greatest pleasure of all

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)