Some never hear
the past whisper goodbye
Till perfidy shouts
— and destiny cries
(The New Room: October, 2025)
Some never hear
the past whisper goodbye
Till perfidy shouts
— and destiny cries
(The New Room: October, 2025)
“I wrote it …
I didn’t have to say it
I questioned
when answers tried to run and hide
I served
what time became and what it didn’t
I died
the way I lived — with no goodbye”
(Buried In Walden: September, 2025)
Not right versus left
(but)
right versus wrong
The truth standing firm
(both)
unlabeled and strong
Preying among us
(the evil)
inure
Till verity triumphs
(with)
— Forces Majeures
(The New Room: September, 2025)
KNOCK – KNOCK
evil resounds
the devil’s doorknob
to Hades impounds
POUND – POUND
the hasp in its dock
whose key to perdition
— in hand to unlock
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Life …
an unending series
of crossroads
Take
the right turn
— and tomorrow befriends
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Be a Poet …
stop trying
to become one
give yourself up
to the sound
Within your lyrics
are so many
pleadings
feelings disjoint
and impound
Open the gate
and let out the dogs
the last fox
almost over
the hill
Scream
if you must
those whispers betrayed
until all that’s been empty
— is filled
(The New Room: September, 2025)
An unmarried girl
in the wilderness
Any hopes of a suitor
are slim
Her virtue unsold
forever braving the cold
She waits for the promise
of him
An unpublished poem
in the syllabus
Any pressure to edit
unmoved
The words as they lay
both hunter and prey
To become what the future
— will choose
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Dying of boredom unchallenged
— the single worst kind of death
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Taking one step
past forever
To travel the pathway
inured
Escaping those moments
unsettled
At home there to wander
— secured
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
The consequence of discovery
is freedom
The circumstance of freedom
is leisure
The provenance of leisure
is vision
The assonance of vision
— is discovery
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)