At the edge of night:

Look there! A frenzy of light.

Here, I am beyond

The city, its pulsing beat

It’s madness; is that my heart?

Somewhere in the Nineties

We are constructing
The architecture of dreams

Somewhere in the Nineties

Nobody tells us
It’s all just so much
Metaphysical scaffolding

Somewhere in the Nineties

We are navigating
Between novelty and dust

Somewhere in the Nineties

Nobody mentions
The obscurity
Of the crisis

Somewhere in the Nineties

We feel
The stars still have their powers

Somewhere in the Nineties

Nobody emerges
From behind the curtain
Of summer

Pain would be

Too obvious

As would be

This spectacle

Of reddened eyes

And ragged breaths

You would think

We would know

You well enough

By now.

"Have you checked

In the echo of the laughter?"

You say

"Or in the strong rush

Of hope

In your blood?"

Of course,

We haven't though of that

But we will

On the street where she lives

In the last
Desperate hour
Of sunlight.

On the walk home.

Under stars
Which know
Your story.

In what was never said.

In the silence
Where love lies

In the middle of a crowded room.

In the breathless
Of knowing.

When your eyes meet.

Hello kind readers,

So, those of you who might recall, I was talking a lot about writing and creating a chapbook, loosely organized around the concept of birds. It was (and, in ways, still is) my first attempt at writing a cohesive collection of poetry. I was rather excited about it.

But, as so often happens in life, I lost my way. The passion for the project died; I became distracted by other things and, for a time, I lost the will to write anything at all. Thus, the project sat in the digital equivalent of a desk drawer, thoroughly unloved.

I haven’t fully recovered from that loss of motivation. I haven’t wanted to create anything for several months; I couldn’t possibly imagine mustering the energy and enthusiasm required to publish, promote and distribute a whole collection. And yet, something in me still wants to make new work and to share what I have already made.

So, rather than give up on ever sharing these poems, I’ve decided to post them here. It may not be as large and exciting an undertaking as I envisioned, but at least it sends these pieces out into the world.

I’m still recovering from my burnout on poetry; a couple of new ideas for collections have stirred me and I hope to find the spark that gets me through the next piece. As a dear friend once told me, if you do anything in life, keep writing. It’s what makes you who you are. I’m certainly going to try.

Please find my collection, titled “In Flight”, on the page of the same name. I hope you enjoy them; please feel free to comment.

Thanks, friends.

There are some

Who try living

In the light

Even with


In their hearts

The night is


In its quiet hours

Of those

Who search

Between shadows

For a

Rumour of


No, don’t tell me

If this is real

Or if

I’ve made myself

A story

Out of starlight


The rushing of my heart


The fate within your smile

No, just

Let it be

A moment

A life

We can sing out

Into the silence

Of tomorrow

Hello, dear readers!

It seems we’ve been here before; me apologizing for an absence and wondering if there are any eyes which still alight on my words here. But, it bears repeating: my sincere apologies for the lack of new content and the equally lacking engagement with you all.

This will change: I am happy to announce that the writing of my chapbook is complete and editing will be done very shortly! This means I should be posting some new content here soon.

Now, a question for you! I would absolutely love to share my work on the chapbook with everyone; I don’t particularly care to charge for it, as that’s not really my aim at the moment.

The question is: how many people here would be interested in receiving a a copy of the final product? Also, would you prefer a printed copy or an electronic version? Obviously, printed copies wold entail more expense for me, so I might not be able to print a large amount, but it is an option I’m looking at.

Here’s what I’m thinking: if you would like a copy, in one format or another, please like or comment on this post. Based on this, I’ll determine what is more feasible and will make arrangements to share the work. And no worries if nobody at all is interested; I won’t take it personally :)

As always, thanks for reading. Promise I’ll put up some new work soon!

Hello again, friends, readers, fellow poets and enthusiasts!

Today I wanted to share a bit of a poetry milestone–I have officially passed the halfway point on my chapbook manuscript!

It has been awhile since I last wrote here and as I previously mentioned, my collection is the prime reason why. But as I am so happy with the progress I am making and the shaping up of this poetic trip I’m taking, I couldn’t help but share it here, for anyone who is interested.

I hope to have the first drafts and initial writing process done by this time next month and the editing/revising and preparation for publication tackled by the end of the year.

At this stage, the working title of the collection is Birdland (likely to change) and is currently comprised of 17 poems. The theme of the collection loosely revolves around different birds, their personalities and cultural mythology, woven together into a story of personal exploration. Here is a current list of pieces:

1. Untitled Intro Poem

2. Bobolink















17. Untitled End Poem

Also as I had mentioned before, once I have completed and published the collection, I would be more than happy to share the finished product with anyone who would like to read it! Presently, I plan on printing physical copies (to keep with the chapbook aesthetic) but an ebook format may also be something I could consider. I will be sure to post details on the publication and sharing of the collection when they are available.

Thanks for reading! I’ll be sure to check in when I’ve made some more progress and hopefully, I’ll soon get back to posting original pieces here! Cheers!

Dear friends, readers, listeners and visitors,

In a way, I am a terrible blogger. My update schedule is erratic, at best, and I am not the most engaging moderator. I tend to update when I can or when the mood takes me and present everything as is, without any of the so-called “author platform” tricks to drive traffic.

I offer the above as observation and apology, not as defense :)

All of this is to say that the updating may become even more sporadic here, as I am hard at work on my very first chapbook poetry collection. I am very excited about this project, as it is my first attempt to write a thematic, cohesive group of poems and understandably, I want to devote all of my effort to making it engaging and worthwhile.

I will post here when I can tear myself away, but I apologize in advance if this does not come to pass.

For those who may be interested, I could (and most likely will) post updates here as to the progress of my chapbook, perhaps snippets of the work in progress here and there and an announcement when it is complete.

I do plan to have it published, whether that is through a small press or through my own efforts. If anyone would be interested in checking out the completed collection, I’ll be more than happy to keep you in the loop when it is published and send out copies.

Finally, I appreciate all of my followers and readers for the time and feedback they have given me here. You are all more than welcome here and in the future.

Cheers and a lovely summer to all!

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