The Sage brought me to the Muse,
when I was but sixteen
Her face familiar, her words estranged,
my fate caught in-between
As years went on she whispered
and oft times took the lead
To guide my wishes past my fear
—old wounds there left to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
The Shallow Glass
Café poseurs,
internet losers
Reflections through
the shallow glass
Virtual wishing,
dot.com remissing
Clicks and bytes
as the world goes past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)