In a world of commentary, why would I choose to do this? Because It’s about the book, not the typo. Today is the day that I received the first print copy of my debut poetry book. It just arrived in the mail and I was nervously excited. I opened the cardboard box to reveal the […]
Flow through the hazeFlow through with easeThe sun risesAnd so, the moonThe fog will fallBecoming dewTo feed faunaBelow.
Sometimes,For writer’s sakeI am not what I mean.When you awakeAnd I am meWill you and I forsake?
And me, my ownMy soul’s embraceTo walk through fireAt my own paceTo see the birthUpon my faceWould help me standIn time and place.
Why does the eath turnAnd bees sting?Why do the seas sighAnd humans sing? There is no reason in perfectionor imperfection in its reason. We come and goAmongst the tidesAs stories toldWe are what lies.
Everyone has it and everyone can…