I turn my collar up against the wind,
and place my eyes along the skyline
Hoping in the twilight for some sign of you
—a colder truth I’ve never known
I pull my jacket tight across my chest
and watch the waves crash upon your shadow
Knowing the tide is like your receding heart
—washing my footsteps from the sand
The sun has now gone, the moon in flight,
and my hopes rise o’er the waves
My collar frozen, my soul on fire
—as my wait begins again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Sentence Long
When words rape the feeling,
any pregnancy is wrong
Delivery most premature,
verdict quick—sentence long
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
As You Speak
Your audience may not be able to listen,
in the fashion that you speak
Your readers may not be able to discern,
those meanings that you preach
Your lovers may not be able to hold
your feelings in their hands
Your future may not be able to serve
—what the present can’t withstand
(James River Writers Conference: Richmond: October, 2016)
New Blood
My Poem still an open wound,
unstitched by edits snare
Running free on a endless page
—new blood for all to share
(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)