The Absence of Wavelength

Our Jesus, The Devil (formerly: Some Jesus)

I witnessed you at your round table; your eyes and slight curvature called smile addressed me (without word) as if to say I know everything. But, what I now realize: Satan acting like Jesus, protected by an ever changing cast of apostles until you are ash. In future time, I’ll witness that empty table to possess and order service for one. No glass will raise. Just a simple supper and feint recollection of indifference.


Quill Nominated Best Poetry Collection two consecutive years, 2020 and 2021.

"The Absence of Wavelength"