Always amazing how well this life goes right on without us New images tread where shadows have fled old memories in the dust Nothing left behind but words to remind we chased the Tiger sure Out of the jungle into the light —hoping for one day more
(The New Room: February, 2024)
A Finer Point
Simplify and clear
Simplify and clear
Not many years left
— simplify and clear
(The County Line: February, 2024)
Trapline
Could — Would — Should poetry’s triumvirate oxymoron
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Goodbye
Walking the wasteland tracking the miles rumpled old notebook pain has compiled
Closer to yesterday lost to today Voices of promises I shouldn’t have made
Trouble ahead troubles behind Providence follows in only my mind
My pen almost empty eyes nearly shut One word to write only — midnight has struck
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
Free Given
It matters least that when I die What strangers say what ladies cry
It matters more the ink run out My words free given — whose passion shouts