This is a poem that I wrote about how I have always been drawn to the cliffs found in Ireland and the UK, where there are rolling fields of natural grass that lead up to steep cliffs above the ocean with no beaches down below. They're so beautiful to me and I feel so drawn to them, and I hope to one die day near a place like that.
This is a poem that I wrote, having hit a pothole while driving just the other day. I drive safely and take good care of my car, so it always fills me with a temporary rage and questions of the use of my taxes when I hit incessant potholes while driving.
This is a poem I wrote about a lost love. My first book of poetry was titled “The Gardens That Were”, and both that title and the title of this poem are derived from a poem that appeared in that book. “gone, lost, departed / like the gardens of her / I would cut it all down / for the gardens that were”. Gardens being something beautiful, were being locked in the past. For me, the memory of her is something beautiful, but something locked in my past.
This is a poem that I wrote recently inspired by a girl that I used to love. She always wore a necklace with a key pendant, so I figured I'd write a poem about it.
This is a poem about having a nameless inspiration. I often write about a nameless her, romantic poetry inspired by no one in particular, and this is about that concept.
This is a poem I wrote on my 25th birthday about the premonition I always had that I would die young, that I almost wanted that to happen, particularly on my 25th birthday. Since it did not, and since I have much more to do, this poem is a toast to the rest of my life.
This is a poem that I wrote inspired by, but not necessarily about Phoenix, the main character on my novels.
This is a poem I wrote about how more often than not I find myself lost in the fantasies of daydreams, books and movies, and the worlds of my own writing. It is there that I find love, find peace, and find hope.
This is a poem that I wrote about how my emotions seem to come and go quickly, and when they come on they do so strongly. It is also about how this is a conflict when I am writing, since at times I think my writing is brilliant and other times I think it is terrible, as I'm sure all writers do.
This is a poem I wrote about finding the silver lining in things. Typically, bloodshed is the result of injury or pain, but there are many positive reasons why it sheds as well.
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