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)
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)
I died somewhere in between
the dream and the wake up call
Wondering which side had turned
me in
Wondering which side had shut
me out
Wondering in the darkness
—what happens now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
Like water,
I went where I wanted to go
Running free
through eternity’s ebb and its flow
Like the rain,
I fell through the thunder below
Washing clean
—that dear and forever to know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
The music’s the same,
as a different bell rings
The feelings in tune,
as the chanting begins
The score freshly written
a new moment alive
The harmony timeless
—its voice yours and mine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)
Is memory left immortal
once the body dies
Are feelings cast eternal
the last crow having cried
Does thought live on inside itself
all time enslaved at last
One flame to burn the meaning deep
—all ashes in the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)
The mind is the ghost of our being
its voice left to haunt and cajole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)
Collaboration with Martina Lynch
Living within the shadows,
that in time became my home
I never asked to be alone,
but I’ve always been alone
Each day a drifting footprint,
among endless stepping stones
I didn’t ask to be alone,
but I’ve always been alone
Each night a stark reminder
of a dream that’s never shown
I never asked to be alone,
but I’ve always been alone
The ending now upon me
—life’s promise still unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)