I don’t write a lot of romantic poetry. But sometimes the Muses present me with words that are quite lovely and must be shared. Especially
Communication. The key to relationships. My grandmother always touted it, and no truer words have ever been spoken. What happens when we cease communicating? When
This sad, affecting poem reminds me of so many different things… but especially the enduring power of true love. Call me a romantic, but learning
My friend, Bobby, from our writing community on Twitter, was my Muse for this poem. We all need catharsis in our lives – that release
My Twitter friend, Martii, was my Muse for this poem. She lives in Norway and asked me to write a poem that reflects the boredom
I love allegories. Sometimes a high fantasy poem is, at least to some degree, more than a high fantasy poem. Perhaps it’s social or political
Bridging the gap between doubt and faith is a fundamental challenge of the human condition. Whether we question our relationships, our governments, our gods… the
In modern terms, a luddite is a technophobe. A person who fear or avoids new technology. With so many of us suckling on the teat
I adore this poem. Amongst my faves. Also one of the first pieces I wrote in 2020 (and forgot to add it when I built
What’s old is new again? This was one of the first poems I ever wrote in 2020. After a nightmare. Waking up soaked in sweat
I love post-apocalypse stories. As a poet, for me, it’s essential to focus as much on the human intimacies as it is on the story.
The drip drip drip of indoctrination. The repetition until lies become truth. Whether it’s a relationship or politics or religion, when we lose our ability
The bible tells us that Jesus resurrected Lazarus from the dead. Think on your life when you were made to feel less, like nothing. Dead.
There’s something magical about Christmas. This fable attempts to capture that sense of childlike wonderment in something beautiful and ancient. Something that feels like a
The followers of Dionysus certainly new how to experience “ecstatic frenzy” in the worship of their god. The story of Pentheus and his mother, Agave,
Playing with poetic forms can be challenging – and a lot of fun. Here I have created a Petrarchan sonnet that stays true to traditional
If Jesus could talk to us, what we he say about the world today? The world he gave his life for? To quote a meme
Love. How close does it bring us to god? Do we just miss heaven in those moments in between moments? Is the closest we get
The púca is a legendary nature spirit of Irish nightmares and folklore. This shapeshifter takes many forms – human, horse, wolf, cat…. even a rabbit.
Being alone is so difficult. Separated from love, religion, even your world.. that pernicious sense of loneliness can be soul crushing. Compounded with betrayal? Welcome