The Fantasist

This is a poem that I wrote more than two years ago that just never made it onto the blog, but it just so happens that I am finally starting a monthly newsletter that is named after this poem! Please give it a read and subscribe to my newsletter for a more in-depth look on my writing process, projects, and other things!

It was only Irita

This is still one of the strangest and most important things that has ever happened to me. In a dream that I had a woman very clearly whispered, "It was only Irita who bothered to cry" into my ear. The next day, I wrote it down. A few weeks later, I wrote the poem. I then converted the poem into a short song. I then incorporated it briefly into my second novel, "Arisen from Bygones". As of late, I have been delving ever deeper into the meaning behind the whisper.

Poems of Insomnia: Four Poems Written in the Late of Night

I don't think that I have previous made any posts containing multiple poems, so I thought that this might be fun. I was up late last night, just wired with inspiration and melodies in my head, so I ended up writing four poems very quickly one after another. Only positive thoughts; only good inspiration; only in the dead of night.