The darker side of reflection
—cast in shadows
The darker side of shadows
—cast in hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
The darker side of reflection
—cast in shadows
The darker side of shadows
—cast in hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Damn the truth,
damn the lies
Damn the trap,
the choice belies
Damn the freedom,
damn the fate
Behind their masks
—transcendence waits
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
I used the language to my own end
never respecting rules or laws
I wrote what seemed the shortest path
between feelings and my thoughts
I thumbed my nose at sage advice
knowing what I wrote was true
The first cut then—the first cut now
the deepest through and through
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Poetic editor
—literary oxymoron
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
They sat around the bar,
saying:
“I liked being married
“Except for the part about
having a husband”
They sat around the bar,
as their eyes stalked the room
Sniffing for money
—the price of revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
The writing came early,
the reading came late
The knot hanging loosely
—untied at the gate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Her book was disturbing
in an antiseptic kind of way
Cleansing words of their reluctance
periods gone—commas laid
Tribute To Joan Didion’s
Slouching Toward Bethlehem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
A memory climbed out of the dark,
as I listened to the words of a new love song
Taking me back to where feelings were strong
beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream
Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
and its light rewarms my heart
Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
—as the past is born again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
The light in the window,
the candle down the hall
The torch in the jungle
all beacons that call
The voice in the distance
the one just next door
The whisper screams loudest
when heard from afar
The light that once beckoned
the one that still shines
The rays once connected
new vision sublime
To see it and hear it
to know it once more
The key’s in the lock
—now open the door
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
He found what he was looking for
his shadow turned inside out
He moved beyond prescriptive cure
all questioning and doubt
He left the future-past behind
silhouette of all he’d missed
Impregnating the moment within himself
—to light the dark abyss
(Winston Salem, North Carolina: October, 2017)