I’ve forever written
as myself
Few influences will
show
Neither Hemingway nor
Faulkner
Not Melville or
Thoreau
But as one who saw through
all of that
With so much more
to know
I search the land
and stars above
For ink
—my pen to flow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Sleeping Untold
Like a blanket or quilt,
the Muse wraps me in consciousness
Sealing me in with her warmth
each night rejecting the cold
Like a filter or screen,
the Muse tempers all consequence
Under her protection and safety
—words sleeping untold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Last Moth
There’s a zone beyond safety
where the timid can’t go
Beyond reasoned decision
intuition to flow
Past valor and triumph
past glory and fame
There’s a zone beyond safety
—last moth to the flame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)