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The Edge Of The Forest

My fires were banked to glowing embers, with heat, but only wisps of flame. You called to me, as your coals were fading, and you were ready for the long cold. You asked me to hear your heart, to be witness to your pain, to hold your grief. When I was lost in the same forest, and heard you— your need, your desire to love again— Have rekindled the hearth. Now, we sit next to the warmth, concocting meals and love and life, and when you lay your weight against me: That’s when I know I have found the end of my wandering, and I am home, again.
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Poetry Commissions

Custom Poetry Commissions I’m opening a limited number of custom poetry commission spots this month. If you’d like a poem that’s personal, mythic, romantic, wry, spiritual, or created specifically for someone you love, I’d be honored to craft it for you. Pricing Tiers Tier One — $25 Short Custom Poem (8–14 lines) • Tailored to your subject, memory, or message • Up to 2 light revisions • Delivered as text + clean PDF Tier Two — $45 Full-Length Poem (14–24 lines) • Richer imagery, depth, and thematic development • Any style you choose (lyrical, intimate, mythic, wry, romantic, spiritual…) • Up to 3 revisions • Text + print-ready PDF Tier Three — $75 Premium Custom Piece (up to ~40 lines) • Expanded imagery, symbolism, or narrative • Optional mythic or spiritual layering • Includes a short author’s note on theme & craft • Up to 3 revisions • Text + premium PDF layout *Longer, multi-page, or highly specialized commissions are fully negotiable. Turnaround Time • Standard delivery: 2–...
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Welcome to a selection of my poetry

Welcome to a selection of my poetry, spanning reflective, romantic, wry, and imaginative styles. Each piece captures a different facet of life, love, and the human experience. Whether you’re here to read, enjoy, or commission a custom poem, I hope you find something that resonates. Grief & Quiet Hope A selection of meditative and reflective pieces exploring loss, memory, and quiet hope. To Go Back Home A meditation on memory, loss, and the quiet glimmer of hope. You want to go back home, you say to me, To find that everything could be as it was? Yeah. So do I. Oh, how I wish I could... I want to walk down to my grandpa's house Where my mother is home with her bright smile And a cheerful "Hello, my cutie bear." But there is no end to the sad and suck-- No normal to which I can return to-- Just a deep quiet and abiding grief... But, yet, there is the smallest of hopes-- That some rainbows will cross the sky again; That the sun will rise to dawn one morning... -- Not to ...
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