The Giver

Of a past
Forgotten, buried
Or perhaps a future
Yet to be…

Swirl and dance
Drift below
Muffle the ground
Like piled snow

Grab your sled
Hurry up, come on
There’s something there
Something not yet begun
Can you taste the colors and the sounds
Everywhere… they cover the ground

Too many for just one
Bent and broken soul
Too many for two as well

S o   r e l e a s e . . .

Let them drift
Let them fly
Let them billow
Fill the sky

Memories bring joy
Memories bring pain
But in the end
There is wisdom to gain
So catch the snowflakes
Before they turn to rain



Candle FlameThen when at last

My feet no longer tread

The rugged earth beneath

And my eyes close in sleep

I only hope

I’ve left some sort of mark

A footprint in the sand

A beacon in the dark


First blog… first blog post… somehow I feel as though I ought to say something profound. Alas, nothing heroic or memorable leaps to mind.

I have wanted to create a blog for sometime, and have only now gotten around to it. Poetry has been my main literary outlet for the last three or four years, but I am also interested in novel-writing. My goal is to blog two or three times per week–or at very least, once a week. Poetry will probably comprise the bulk of my blogging, although literary deviations are inevitable. These deviations may take the form of excerpts from my current work-in-progress, or simply random thoughts and musings. Whatever the case may be, I’m glad to have you along for the ride, and hope you enjoy what you read!