A lot of my work has dark themes, the origins of which are not important. What is important is that somebody else will read my work and see themselves or their past in it. I encourage you to enjoy my work entirely selfishly.
Predominantly free verse, some stanza, even a few sonnets.
She tells me
‘the issue is I am too eager to save myself'
perturbed, I pull poems of woe
in the darkness
...
She tells me of the boy she almost married,
she is older than me but not by much
we sit in her car
beneath the rainfall that finally broke the heat
...
I've spent a lot of time missing your home recently
and all the ways in which it becomes you
or rather you became it
considering it was there to welcome you into this world
...
It has been a decade of this, yet I am thinking about it again
My house has no electricity now so I know that upon my arrival to my bedroom
The silence will begin to swallow me like the whale in Pinocchio
Mouth wide and warm and welcoming
...
Whenever you think you have ended life as we know it
I can offer this:
although it has been a burden
...