I. Time unfolds in a three-fold way: The future stalks us cautiously, The now like lightning bolts departs, The past forever-still...

When, pained with spiritual thirst, I trudged across a gloomy desert, I came upon a six-winged seraph Standing before me on my path. With...

Displeasure fills your darkened eyes and colors your stern lips. I see you walk into the room, your slippers softly tread The wooden...

The leaves of Summer never were so fair As now, by dying season’s light they’re kissed, September’s melancholy, golden mist Descends like...

There is a picture a friend snapped of me drunk atop Dun Laoghaire’s Martello tower. I’d been overseas for months, my hair grown into an...

Liberalism is back, and it rhymes. Poem introduced in DarkHorse Podcast Livestream #70: https://youtu.be/13ZrAs7o8wY

Trekking among the steep defiles, Trailed by the sage, a young boy tried To use the dim-lit stars in hopes Of finding some path or some...

Have you tasted the bitterness of tears of despair? Have you watched the sun sink through such pale, balmless air that your soul sought...

Fingers of light peel away the hiddenness of badge-wearing sadists and Apache helicopter war crimes. Fingers of light peel away the lies...