This is a poem that I wrote about how sometimes thoughts, memories, and emotions can suddenly pile up and yet pass with the simple closing of the eyes.
This is a poem that I wrote this morning about how some memories were, while other memories are, and about how some goodbyes may never come.
This is a poem that I wrote recently as a response to my previously written poem, "Dead in the UK". I wrote that one months before knowing I'd be taking a trip to the UK so soon, and I write this one as a response after having gone to the UK and seeing the exact cliffs I had always felt a calling to go to.
This is a poem that I wrote several weeks ago about trees after spending a day hiking in the woods. I have always felt like trees are watching me, judging me almost, as I walk and talk by myself in their forest.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how it seems there is no escape to how far society and technology has progressed, and the world will not find peace and quiet again until another ice age.
These are a few very brief excerpts plucked from the new fantasy series I have been working on lately. The series will be many books long and I anticipate it to take years to write, but it is coming along nicely.
This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.