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)

Those looking

for trouble

find more

than they’re after

Temptation

a grifter

Pandora’s

disaster

Be careful

of those wishes

that may just

come true

Hiding pain

and its minions

to poison

— the stew

(The New Room: August, 2026)

The call

 of the wide-open prairie

Where nothing moves

but the wind

A man can be truly

 alone here

To chase

what forever begins

One feather

to bless my transcendence

My horse painted proudly

I ride

In search of the great

Wakan Tanka

Whose trail leads me past

— the divide

(Songs Of The Lakota: August, 2026)