Hallway to Nowhere

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  • The Train (Poem)

    A graffitied train thunders past.

    I cling to the top of a car.

    In the rush of the air amidst the noise,

    I hear footsteps and look over my shoulder.

    Darkness grins with evil mien,

    While wicked laughter falls all about.

    With a sigh, I open my eyes

    And continue my walk beside the tracks.

    Escape. No escape.

  • Elegy (Poem)

    What makes a life well-lived?

    We see but the observable evidence

    In the actions and words that the departed left behind.

    Thus we judge accordingly.

    The landscape of their inner life remains their private domain,

    Albeit hinted at in the detritus that remains.

    We make our surmise from these scattered sherds,

    With knowledge that this reflects more our experience.

    We hope that those who’ve gone did have these:

    Joy and love and happiness and peace.

    Let us grant them that as we lay them to rest

    Using our memories of them for the healing of the world.

  • Transmutation (Poem)

    I stand in the storm and raise my face to the sky.

    One quick shiver, and I deliquesce.

    Not disappearance but metamorphosis.

    I swirl into the clouds to join the downpour.

    There is rain, and there are tears.

    I fall as both, to water the ground

    And touch your dreams with sorrow.