Touching
without feeling
Looking
without seeing
Talking
without saying
Lost
— in the dark

(Villanova University: February, 2024)

No more

Mothballs and cedar assault my nose

The dust mites and stale air dry my throat

A wardrobe that is just that



The lion roars no more

Neutered and robbed of his fire

The last time the words were read



In the darkness of this cell I fear the witch no more

Drunk at her cauldron

Slurred words conjure no magic



Snow driven mountains of pure white

Have dissolved into a gray haze

Footprints like bread crumbs dissolved



My desperate escape blocked

Solid wood between me and salvation

My world made infinitely smaller

-          When the gateway to Narnia can no longer be imagined, the magic dies

(Trystan Colin Behm- April, 2024)

In days of wonder
I wander alone
Lost in the transition
of being myself
Lost in the memory
of all that I’ve missed
Lost in the reasons
that chase me from sleep
Lost in the moment
today would deny
In days of wonder
— I wander alone

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

Freedom without question
Truth without doubt
Love without heartache
Hope without pain

Truth without question
Freedom without doubt
Light without darkness
— fault without blame

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

Do nothings
wth tenure
poseurs sublime

Their barrels
sit empty
coated
with lime

The space
they take up
much better off
closed

For those
they have
poisoned
— Hades to know  

(Haverford College: April, 2024)

Not an academic
Poet
Not a tenement
Poet
Not a beat or a blues
or a church Poet
Not a famous or infamous
or celebrity Poet
Not an Irish or Basque
or Welsh Poet

Not a formal
Poet
Not a casual
Poet
Not the kind that takes
to the stage Poet
Not a tenured or membered
or club Poet
Not a for profit or glory
or fame Poet

… just a Poet

(The County Line: April, 2024)

The gravity
of space
The gravity
of time
Forging
perspectives
Relative
in kind
Newtonian
dogma
At sixteen
he knew
By curving
the axis
It changes
— the view

(The New Room: April, 2024)