I’ve shared a few of my writings with you in the past: Glimpses of my pencil drafts, quick late-night phrases, mermaids of death, and one or two suggestive shorts. Writing, … Continue reading
I did not have an intent when I started writing this poem. I let the rhyming words guide me. But common themes made them selves present: water, angst, dreams.
At 3am he couldn’t sleep. So, I wrote him this poem. Silence. Darkness. Warmth. As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip, resting … Continue reading
The poetry I scribbled out yesterday is taking shape! I’ve crafted 2 poems and the inklings of a third (which can be seen on my poetry sketchbook). Below is the … Continue reading