I am happy to announce that my first poetry collection has been published! Ten years of poems, finally out in the world! It’s all quite personal, and I hesitated to include some of the poems, but in the end, they all belong on the map of my existence.
The book was just released, and I would really love for you all to order a copy and let me know what you think! Just click on the cover to order.
He wanders down the path for the not undeserving, to a place where sometimes is enough. A place where electricity surges and hums through his chest, as the yellow light filters down through the canopy, glimmering like a bright spirit who understands – one of the happy few.
Et que ce n’est pas chose étrange S’il en est tant que le loup mange. Je dis le loup, car tous les loups Ne sont pas de la mesme sorte : Il en est d’une humeur accorte, Sans bruit, sans fiel et sans couroux, Qui, privez, complaisans et doux, Suivent les jeunes demoiselles Jusque dans les maisons, jusque dans les ruelles. Mais, hélas. Qui ne sçait que ces loups doucereux De tous les loups sont les plus dangereux.
“A blaze of epiphany. Like baneberries in dim light, he could not have imagined the whites of her eyes. Her stare caught his flaws, like fireflies in a bell jar, and his good fortune wandered off like a gypsy.”
“She sees the hunger in his face, but not in his heart, because like the sound on her tongue, it has been hidden. “If my heart was pulled out of my chest and put, beating, in front of you, would you know what it wants?” he asks. Look how easily he betrays his heart for her, ripping it out of his chest like an Aztec god. She just nods as they sit in their dinner bath, and play like warriors, and he sees how her fire begins in her mouth. Like a dragon.