Politics
the wedge
that splits
our kinship
Trapping
what we feel
inside
our thoughts
Mutually
excluding
what fate
has destined
Zero sum
prison
allegiance
—bought
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Politics
the wedge
that splits
our kinship
Trapping
what we feel
inside
our thoughts
Mutually
excluding
what fate
has destined
Zero sum
prison
allegiance
—bought
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Swallowing
lightning
Teasing
the bear
Dharmic
illusions
Circling
a square
Trapping
a rainbow
Embracing
the clowns
Rewriting
language
Up
getting down
Stripping
the moment
Wishes
that fly
Summer
of love
Timeless
goodbyes
Alice
returning
Virtuous
sin
Lost
in the rhythms
Buried
—within
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Wafting in the unmistakable scent
of poor choices
Grifting in the prodigal valley
of mistakes
Loitering in the tenement
of false witness
Wandering along the highway
—of forgotten dreams
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
There’s no greater distance
—than closeness lost
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
#8 in a historical fiction series I started 15 years ago.

Bending a breaking point
rupturing time
Eons of history
skirting the line
Paradox native
our true D.N.A.
Truth as a concept
forever in play
Yessing and noing
transfixed in between
The jester in transit
all canons demeaned
Freeing the moment
the first wedded last
a twist to the turning
—where memory contrasts
(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)
What do the years mean
when they come to an end
their number a prison
if hearts cannot mend
A month or a decade
results but the same
when love is abandoned
—there’s nothing but pain
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Life …
changes color
when twilight returns
Darkness
a palette
remixing your doubt
Stars
a backdrop
canvassed with unknowing
Rainbows
left truant
—moon shadows about
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
A demon’s playing
but no one’s listening
Black whirlwind coming
tomorrow hissing
The moment christened
in dark despair
Entrapping vision
beyond repair
A mantra chanting
its rhythm waning
Despoiled virtue
with time refraining
Unmasking Hoder
in blind respite
The god of darkness
—and lost delight
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
The only thing
we can be sure of
is death
The only one
we truly know
is ourself
Every time
a moment’s lost
a memory’s gained
Every time
creation mourns
—tomorrow cries
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)