Changing with each season,
voices come and go
what’s lost undreamed, ourselves demeaned,
in search of the unknown

Naked and left wanting,
fortune sires myth
impregnating its mystery
—with tales of the abyss


(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Granting myself latitude,
I stretched every word
In substance and context
—the truth to be heard

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Roaming the prairies and fields
of confusion
Coursing the oceans and lakes
of delusion
Resetting my compass by the
northernmost star
Journeying inward
—where near meets the far

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Its flow an accordion,
to stretch and compress
A double delusion,
old memory suppressed
New moments upon us,
the instant revealed
Time claiming them all
—redundant concealed

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

That which than nothing
greater can be said…
‘The Word’

(Devon Pennsylvania: September, 2021)

Drowning
in the tides of thirst,
the dam opened wide
—for better or worse

(Dreamsleep: September, 2021)

To achieve a great victory,
you must forgive a great sin

Blood of the innocent,
death to begin

The voices of children,
our enemy’s shield

As bombs have no conscience
—till darkness to yield

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2021)