Stricken with blame,
enamored by praise
My words caught between
—to travel both ways
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Disowned
Like leaves in the wind,
words scatter about
From the woods and high grass,
they call and they shout
“Come find us, come free us,
we’re out here alone
“The Muse has deserted
—and left us disowned”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)