intention.

I tell poetic stories that examine the connection between nature and human nature. Stories of love, rebirth, and longing. Stories of secrets hidden away in seashells and cottages of madness. Not content to limit myself, I ramble through themes and styles with the quiet voice of a conversation at midnight. I hope my poems of solitude can give you a place to rest, away from the noise and chaos of the world. When sudden awareness blocks out all that you thought you knew before and everyday things become poetic, from there the story shadows reality.

I remember this era.

listen.

tiny poems.

always sirens screaming
through seasons of orange
and red silences    seances
of weddings in sunlight
ghostly in white dresses
stained with shadow
singing the assonance
of hospital stays and
divorce attorneys in
sable suits    licenses
to love and to leave
fading sirens    screaming
in sacrificial silence
      
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I tried to cover
your skin in florals
because I thought
the blooms meant
that things could be
b e a u t i f u l
all over again