Life,
forever promising more
Death
—its own reward
(Bangkok, Thailand: January, 2009)
Life,
forever promising more
Death
—its own reward
(Bangkok, Thailand: January, 2009)
When the spirit listens
—the heart forgives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2011)
Editing Poetry…
which face comes off the mountain
(Keystone South Dakota: August, 2013)
I chased my selves
down the hallway tonight,
and called them both by name
They stopped and wavered
before looking away,
turning their backs again
Subliminal
gravity captured the space,
attraction thrice denied
The fusion once splintered
reuniting itself,
me, myself—and I
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
The night a killer with retinas that burn,
all verses running mad
Fists of silence coming out of the dark,
opening up to grab
Fingers choking the last vocal chord,
strangulation by command
The quiet finality of a voice now gone
—gripped in my own hands
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Standing alone
on the altar’s first step,
apprenticeship dethroned
Indentured anew,
my eyes turn inward,
disarmed, but not disowned
A quarter to forever
in the distance ahead,
blank meadows still to quote
The hour glass waiting
upon no man,
to deliver its last joke
Seeds scatter freely,
implanted anew,
words rising where vision bled
Each one a new stone
in eternity’s trail
—the unborn baby fed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Give it back to the night,
give it back to the day
Give it back to the moment,
where time goes to pray
Give it back to the future,
give it back to the past
Give it up to the present
—forever to last
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Words of malice, curses flamed,
hiding in the past
No license needed to hunt through time
—the present armed en masse
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
In the end…
all we have left
is the music
And music,
will be
more than enough
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2020)