Deeply Personal, the end.

finally, everything died. if i'd known then where things would stand almost twelve years later, perhaps i would have found some modicum of comfort. but then again, i would likely be an entirely different person, and i'm too proud of who i am now to want to go in for that bargain.

Deeply Personal, part two

and X months later, things fell apart before my eyes. the pen was my only guide in the ensuing confusion.

Deeply Personal

this is the first of what became an unintentional series of three poems that i wrote in college. as i sat back and read these this morning, i could still feel the uncomfortable shedding of childhood mingle with the grating assumption of adulthood in the series.

The Elements (August 2006)

the rain falls with a confidence