The Girl from the Gym

This is a very personal poem that I wrote several weeks ago. I had been content for about a year since first moving here to Maine; not happy or sad, just content. Suddenly a beautiful girl pursued me unexpectedly, and we fell head over heels in love and began moving super quickly; it just felt right. I went from content, to euphorically happy, to devastated and heart broken in the matter of two months, all from a Facebook friend request.

Letter from the Ones Who Hurt Me

This is a poem that I wrote last night while walking down the city sidewalks in the cold after a run. It is from the point of view of the people who have hurt me, as if they are possessing me to write a goodbye letter that I never received from any of them.

Love, Come and Find Me

This is a poem that I just wrote inspired by a pleasant change of feeling I've been experiencing lately. I no longer feel any loneliness or sorrow. I am so comfortable with myself. I am open to love, should it come and find me, but I will not be seeking it out. My time is better spent loving myself.

Mother, Will A Day Ever Come?

This is an except from my upcoming novel "Forsaken of Silence", Troika: Book III, which mirrors a very similar section from the previous novel. They are the only two sections quite like this in the whole series, and for whatever reason I am very fond of them.

The Librarian

In honor of Valentine's Day, I figured it was time to finalize this poem that I have been working on for a few weeks. It is about the decision to stop finding inspiration from someone. It is beautiful to let pain inspire you, but eventually you have to stop crediting a painful memory with your creativity.