AND SO IT BEGINS...BOOK RELEASE!

"Ancient Eyes in Adolescent Faces" is released and now available! Join me for a reading and party July 24, 2021, from 3-5 pm. Reading will begin at 3 pm.

This book is a collection of my soul in the form of poems throughout my lifetime, during times of hardship, times of joy, and most importantly, times where God reached into my confusion and gave me freedom. It spans time -- beginning with writings from Adulthood, to Growing Up (through high school and college) on down to Childhood -- putting to rhythm the feelings experienced throughout each span of time.

I truly believe everyone can relate as we all have felt the fury of adolescence, heartbreak, grief in losing loved ones, and love. Some poems are very dark and speak to expressing pain in unhealthy ways, depression, and the confusion surrounding a legalistic upbringing. Other poems express the awe of life -- the pristine of our mountains, our roots in the rich histories of lineage, and the simple joys known.

Most importantly, in my view, the poems showcasing the duality in true belief and the lies of falsehood with their resulting confusion and angst. The writings have been a beacon of balance throughout the past 10 years of hardship, as I've allowed God to strip me down completely and then build me up in His love.

I plan on blogging about individual poems and the story behind them occasionally. Want to know more? Subscribe to my blog!

"Pristine" Black backs in tall grass the wind, a gentle kiss The assuring bawl of the momma cow to calves who have been remiss The badger, you might see him Don’t tread upon his ground Just walk on by, avert your eye But scoot if you hear his sound

Purple petals of the lupine The cleansing of the sage Indian paintbrush, barbed-wire rust, All touched with winds of age Beauty hardly imagined, Unknown by some and unseen Red shining bluffs, the sight a must... The calling of the pristine"

"Silence is Golden"

Too near the end

that scares me so

Yet ends the pain

that's taken control --

Too confusing a time

where nothing is right

Take away the pain

Take away the fright --

Anger builds up

but is never let go

A change in my way

that never says no --

Visions of death

circle around

Silence is Golden

death without sound --

"Would They Trod Upon My Grave?"

If I should die tonight how would my brothers act? A fallen tear, a broken heart, How would my sisters react? In the darkness would they think of me? With silence would they cry? Would they trod upon my grave, Or put flowers where I lie? Would they look at my belongings, See me in everything? Feel me in every corner, Death’s cold fingerprints that sting? Why is it that so often Friends only become so dear In retrospect of the loved one And sealed with our tears.

"Poetry is a Feeling" Poetry is a feeling, Surging through your veins. Rhythms rushing in rivers, Pouring down in rains. Poetry is a feeling, Burning in your soul. Flames of passion dancing, Love beyond control. Poetry is a feeling, Of anger and of hate. Cutting knives of humanity, That only sin can create. Poetry is your feeling, Surging in your veins. Flames of passion dancing, Tears falling in the rain."

"That's the magic of words; to express the inexpressible language of love, to stimulate the forgotten memories of the simple joys in childhood, and to bring to life the past, present, and future. Poetry is...a feeling."