About

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.”
~Walt Whitman

I have been writing poetry for nearly twenty years. When I was about twelve years old, I began filling up one mead composition notebook after another, mostly with teen angst and declarations of unrequited love. Twenty years later, anger and love are still dominant themes in my writing. Perhaps because they are dominant themes in life. But having lived a bit more life, I believe that real grief and loss as well as faith, hope and charity also find a prominent place of expression in the verses you find here. Over the years I have been involved with various musical endeavors so occasionally I will share a song I am working on. Most of the stuff I post is new, but occasionally I will post some of my older pieces I come across and find blog-worthy. Honesty is the only method to the madness: old and new, hope and doubt, arrogance and insecurity, love and hate it is all here. And when I get discouraged I try to remember:

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.