love once fleeting, still never found, chasing through the night; grasping at dust, shadows and air, settling for the light…
Category: Books of poetry
darkness deepening, slowly, quietly, slipping in behind the falling sun,
a shadow waiting, ever eager to return…
It is a great thing to find (at any point in life) that you belong somewhere, with some people, who’ve been traveling the same road you were all along. One day you meet them, recognize each other, and your lives are all the richer for it…
While I was there Jon sat me down for a photoshoot. It was a beautiful day, and though I don’t really enjoy having my picture taken, I knew better than to argue…
Poems rooted in darkness, and poems reaching toward the light; poems filled with spirit, and poems that pierce the heart: All can be found here in the author’s first-ever published collection of works.
