Writing poetry is like finding the perfect simile.

Many of these poems are collected over the last 10 years. Well, and by “collected” I mean: randomly scattered throughout my journals. I do not write poetry very often. It kind of just happens when I’m interested in capturing, or desirous of expressing, a feeling I just cannot get out quick enough for a lengthy, rehearsed narrative.

In an iPhone Darkly
What Are You Thinking?
The Plague: A Conversation [Flash Fiction]
A Poem in May
For Her
Haiku #1
One-legged Pigeon
Just Another Day

I hope you enjoy them!

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