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 sweep aside the pain and heartache --

But to glimmer on the roads ahead...

I Have a Tiny Room

A quiet meditation on love, memory, and the private sanctuaries we carry within us.

I have a tiny room inside my heart

I decorate with memories of you.

So whenever my feet become weary,

When the tides of life rip through me --

I can take my ease in my tiny room

And know that what I'm going through

Is for you, and me, and we.

Then I can smile, again, and carry on.

Nighttime

A quiet meditation on rest, presence, and the natural rhythms that surround us.

Somewhere, deep in the earth, there is a slow breath.

It rises through the soil and stones,

Past the sleeping roots of elder trees

And the bones and blood of stars that fell long ago.

Above, the moon is doing its quiet work.

The sky tends to its constellations, a river of tranquility.

Even the wind folds its arms and settles down—

Insects hush, night deepens.

There is nothing more for you to do tonight.

You’ve done enough.

The world will keep turning while you rest.

Let it.

Romantic, Sensory & Intimate

Exploring intimacy, love, and the sensory textures of human connection.

Emeralds

Lush imagery capturing the quiet intensity of shared moments.

In this emerald darkness of our time together, I stand inside your twilight, and languish in your shadows...

I collect sweet, warm zephyrs that gently play the fragrant notes of lemon, and of summer, and of hops...

I dream quietly of tiny yellow blooms and green tomatoes turning red...

Not The Length Of Time

A philosophical reflection on love and infinite moments.

It is not the length of time we have for love,

But that we've loved at all --

In a single moment of true love we create

An instant of infinity that this ever-

Recycling universe can never reclaim..

Wry, Romantic, Imaginative

My Bones Are Made of Amethyst

A fantastical reflection on mortality and luminous being.

My bones are made of amethyst and citrine, my sinews spun of gold, my beaten copper heart still pounds --

But I will never see my silver lungs, nor diamond plated brain, never taste the mercury in my veins --

These jewels of my flesh will shine more brightly when I'm gone, when all that's left of me is light...

Literary Play, Dry, Wry

Make Your Words Be Heard

A playful celebration of words, creativity, and literary imagination.

we once used such great words,

words that rolled off the tongue in ways most melodious,

words that, by constitutive sounds, induced a giggle,

that sparkled, that awed and confounded,

words that evoked emotions, imaginations, nightmares,

with just the proper pronunciation --

I propose that we all be Shakespeare:

not just the forgery of combination,

but creation!

Special Pieces

The Jewels In Our Hearts

A meditation on imperfection and inner beauty.

It is the imperfections

we have on the inside

That create our outer Beauty

Every pearl contains

a grain of sand

Every raindrop traps

a mote of dust

Time does not heal all wounds

rather we layer them in nacré

To soothe the pain, as we share

these jewels that we keep inside our hearts

The Beast

A meditation on inner chaos, love, and relational strength.

There is a beast that lives

in the darker corners of my soul.

He does not sleep,

he just paces in his cage—

hot breath pressed against the dark,

howling to be released.

His name is Ruin,

and he paces in his cage.

But you—

you have leashed him.

This savage beast,

no longer captive

but to your faithful heart.

A collar, not a cage.

His hunger has been tempered,

no longer on the hunt for flesh,

his cravings turned to burnished flames.

He growls and he roars.

But he is home, tethered to your heart,

purring as you stroke his fur.

And I—

I can love the beast now, tenderly,

knowing you are the strength

that holds shut the ravenous teeth of Ruin.

Home, Finally

A grounded reflection on returning to love and intimacy after the day’s labor.

I am home, finally, to you:

After a day of customers and receipts, the buzz of fluorescent lights, the flow of pumps.

But now I'm home, my love,

Ready to shower off the tar and oil,

And be the tiger in your tank–