Religion has too many givens,
the takeaways few, far between
Questioning ravaged, intelligence savaged
—the mind left to wander and dream
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
Religion has too many givens,
the takeaways few, far between
Questioning ravaged, intelligence savaged
—the mind left to wander and dream
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
My prose becoming painful,
poetry yet a joy
Explaining has deterred me,
rhyme a favorite toy
Sentences locked and muted,
as couplets run and play
New paragraphs unwritten
—as verse my heart does pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Embracing the myth,
I hide deep within
More Devil than Savior,
aboriginal sin
Excuses my sacraments,
grace bartered for lies
Judgment internal
—redemption denied
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
It hurt so much it robbed her soul,
and drove her cross the line
The men she knew, the men she loved,
the pain thought once sublime
The last man in, the last man out,
now done with men for good
Her passion torn, her body raped,
a woman she now took
She lived her life on foreign lands,
with mirrors that denounce
She washed the staining from her hands,
returning count for count
And when she died the parson said,
upon this somber day
“A spirit pure but torn in half
—the best part cast away”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
I offered you everything;
you took it all
Leaving me nothing
—no last curtain call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Don’t you love her as she’s leaving,
her memory still in place
The times she lied, the times you cried,
vacant and displaced
Don’t you love her as she’s leaving,
the pain her mission bell
Tolling far into the distance
beyond heaven—beyond hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
‘Thanks Jim’
Pieces of immortality,
tinctures of rhyme
Living inside the moment
—wholly sublime
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Wasting time,
life’s greatest pleasure
Wasting time,
life’s greatest pain
Wasting time,
beyond all measure
Wasting time
—bittersweet refrain
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Sometimes,
you have to leave to come back
Sometimes,
the line needs to go slack
Sometimes,
the loss is more to be gained
Sometimes,
the past—twice rearranged
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Magic passes through you,
though never yours to own
Taking you beyond yourself
—gifted spell unknown
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)