This post is a big longer and different than my usual posts. It is the full story of my creation process for my Troika Trilogy and how it came to be, which I have finally completed after 3 years of constant hard work.
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The Earth, Your Old Friend
This is a poem about coming to peace with the bitter truth that on the greater scheme of humanity, our mark in history will never be as big as we would like, and how the names of almost everyone who lives are eventually forgotten.
Sticks and Phones
This is a poem about how life has become so easy for us, almost too easy, and how we so easily get wrapped up in society that we forget about nature.
Story Time: A Christmas Treasure Hunt – from a Backroad Conversation to the Front Page of the Newspaper!
This is a story of a Christmas treasure hunt that my best friend Jordan Fowler and I orchestrated this month that wound us on the front page of the local newspaper and led us to start a nonprofit organization.
Books beneath Their Covers
This is a poem that I have been wanting to write for a finally and finally sat down to write last night. I think we are often so quick to judge others and find them irritating, but we don't take the time to try and understand what they might have going on beneath the surface.
Excuses
This is a poem that I wrote yesterday about excuses and how they are often used to justify our failures.
Protected: The Kingdoms of Pluma Book I: Finding the Vision Children ~ Chapter I
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Who is Your Hero?
This is a poem that I wrote recently about my hero.
The Unknown Road
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago in the woods after exploring a small trail that I had driven by many times and had never explored.
A Place Where I Belong
This is a poem that I wrote about how we try so hard to find a place in the world where we belong, when the only place we truly belong is within our own skin and behind our own eyes.
Explosions of Another Dimension
This is a poem that I started months ago and never finished. I took the title of it for the working tile (and potential official title) of my next poetry book, and I went back to it a few days ago to write the majority of it.
